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My closet feels empty like before a burning ceremony
A not ironed knowledge haunts the clothesline

Somewhere among the images I've collected on a memory stick
I find this boy in his first jacket ; the future
a summer vacation away

I ( unintentionally ) am the captain of a cruise ship
The slightest movement can put us off course

I let my stomach sink in and I holds my breath

Around me everyone is speaking in a foreign language
I look straight at the camera

My thoughts turn like the pages of a book