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     People are slowly crawling beside me! Like insidious, undergrowth hatched from the underworld who have sins; in themselves, even the mirror drops of the tumbling Light always fall up! As if it were sticky cell plasma, Being! Attention in itself to worn-out, useless heartbeats; Discipline struggles with distance and presents new tasks every day! The worked-out minutes blur through the hurricane waves of sounds! Liars' lure hand explodes more possibilities!
      
     Phlegm indifferent rotting reigns even in more alert spirits because my intellect is overcome by trendy jerk; all self-knowledge can disappear if the personality cannot feed his own thoughts! There is little self-criticism on the masks of very plasticized larval faces, a defeated will trembling like an apostate on the street corner! - Many people are moving on a self-destructive path while the sure Career is also an iris! White-sponge desert is a vision burrowed up with empty brain ecstasy! The Sight Eye is also the sand of a white needle; marching in the dark!
      
     Treacherous stars wink at me too Makeup falls from the betrayal of this now prostitute World! Nowadays, is selflessness also quan ?! When the conscience dies, Man rapes himself and begs in every body for another refuge of Happiness! The Face can only measure in the truths of broken mirrors to admit for himself how much he may have scored on the sieve of Life! He appropriated all the gifts he received as a caress.