Back from the work
Silence mouth
Tired muscular fig
Lonely and focused retina
Deep inside the stars
Scattered past doings
Solved... unsolved...
At the same time, I collect
lip of smile From the painful life
Slice of luxury from the sleepless night
And built the house of imagination
I want this
I will do that
Then this will happen
She will smile for me
Mr. XyZ dies.
I make this .......
.................................
Cock sings
cock-a-doodle-doo
sleepless
Do nothing but have no time
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