
she loves to play with the fears and the impressions of the people around her
and she maltreats herself when she hurts anybody,
I know it because I’m her
I see the sinful eyes and I hate it
I distrust of the time and its purity
in my own dark my friends fear me
in my fake light they don’t do it
I’m the mercenary of the gaze,
I am the mercenary of the gaze just as they describe it
I am the mercenary of the death since you went away
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