fight superstitions

Accidentally

I smashed a mirror

its little pieces

run away in many different ways

stairs

of my hot

sultry dreams

cooled down

I stopped between

my own breaths

on a border of two worlds

questioning myself

what next

and finding the truth

that it all depends on me

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