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You still exist, but you are not right here

One poisoned kiss, your lips will show your fear

No persons, only questions written in dark

Forgive me, Father, I'm not guilty

Unholy spaces always take us apart

Even don't ask me who is filthy

No face, no hands, n body real to touch

Existence means subjectivness so much

The presence, only presence you never know

What's the reaction of this absurd

Dramatis personae on stage in the row

But not this time, existenced muurdered... ..."Da sein"...

It's not me who speaks here so loudly, only my words

Ruby lips explaining so proudly what does it mean...

It's not me controlling politely who closed the doors

Empty phantoms produced here mightly by Roger Blin