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Kyra Nijskens

The butterfly’s kiss, a touch so light

Decomposes old, constructs a new sight

Transmits magic, a power untold

See blindly, immerse, imagine bold


Hard shells, cotton duvets, protection shields

Soft pillows, comfort that yields

You could be me, I could be you

Anything, anywhere, anytime, anew


Disrupt linear time, let it bend

Nameless, unspoken, undefined, transcend

Dislocated from what once was

Inside and outside, a line erased because


Inclusion and exclusion, mattering and not

Past and future, a binary forgot

Camouflage and dissolve, blend and be

I for invisible, a new identity

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