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Isabelle Baladine Howald

Phantomb

I rise up I raise you up I’m standing up I stand up

I fall. He doesn’t help me get back up, he tells me “I too fall” — his words pass through my hair and through the globular wall of my tears:

who lives there, under aquamarine hills (permanence of the base horizontally placed)

looks out this window, below the curves — sudden deafness to everything

the flesh under the skin of the body is that of a body that will die (the tenderness of your stomach, in the parking lot):

t o g l i m p s e the tiny face d e a f e n s m e

how to, how to :

I leave you?

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