Pull. Pull. And now I wake up.
My foreboding.
As soon as all come... nothing nothing.
I saw the lakes and
Our failings.
But present time is over over...
Pull. Pull. And now I break up.
We are feeling.
It is not end. But nothing nothing.
I saw the spaces and
Our failings.
But present time is over over...
Fever like river
You dont find my life here...
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