parts that make up
The planet,
beneath all the bedazzlement we built
The thin layer of gold
  and greed
floating on broken plates in a manner that’s anything
but peaceful

its inhabitants do everything
to resemble a whole
even though  their mother, the Earth
face a turmoil inside
when the parts meet each other
and scratch and glide

Dear planet.
Teach us to dance with your groove
To accept that we are broken and we quake and erupt
but like everything on your skin
we are only bound to bloom

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