Am I the border

So, i’m the border

Constantly balancing on that thin line

 

A rope dancer without talent

Addicted to that fall

 

Falling in the smell of liquor, cheap cigarettes and penetrating sperm

 

I’m alone

With you

 

A random person

 

The pilot on this dancing flight

 

Again i give myself over to the impulse that

is dangerous for me.

 

The consequences can be seen

 

So, if i’m the border

I don’t exist

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