They sold me 

the dream and I took it because 

it came with free fries.

my eye for color is what got me the job.

it sees the beauty under

the blue screen light.

Where I live there are two shades:

the pocket of light

the rot of leather.

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Il est banni de ses foyers

le mien s'échoue sur les rives de l'Oder.

rozpłynął się zanim umiałam 

zatrzymać dźwięk w ścianach

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They sold me 

the dream but I did not take it.

We like to tell ourselves that there is a shadow one

that makes the ground uneven under our feet but,

it’s me and, 

it’s fading away.

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