That night it was clammy,
I lived, I was restless,
and salon eligible.
I felt inside of me
the burden of humanity.
Mosquito army
captured the night
a spacious stage.
Full frontal machine gun fire,
fleeing crowd
was forced to surrender
natural wages army.
Again, cute sabotage,
playing in the background somewhere,
and I lost track of it
carrier of thought,
red thread of the head.
It is loved me too much,
hated even more.
I have lived the words of popular music.
Now I bow in humility of life
stage before the curtain
landing.
The last show, because
it is time to it? Now here yet
weak breathing.
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