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  • DIFFERENT LIFE TIME


    Infected behind Time,

    doubt lurks sly,

    gray toothfish

    the last hope,

    because from the cards of daydreams

    pinged syrup reality often,

    firmly deceitful.

    A gracious offense has become self-deceiving,

    if only unknown loneliness

    can only be man's only companion.

    Balance is true

    it can rarely open like a palm.

    The appearance of survival is also cheap,

    could have been a false password.

    How finite everything became

    iris-lived ass hope.

    Total lack of your assessed human face

    it always strikes on your everyday life.

    Fragmented articulations of the past

    he interrogates and answers at the same time.

    If you do something wrong

    reprimanded.

    You couldn't have hit a diamond back

    timeless in neither flesh nor cells.

    Time is registered at the same time

    to the nervous self.

    Cannot be learned for reflex movements

    space and memory decompose.

    Your preventive forms have all hurt,

    they were further wounded by the Being,

    which you might have thought Whole!

    You just couldn't know yourself

    neither reconcile nor

    spur differential compromises.

    You listen with your ears to ancient seas

    humming waves

    as soon as rocks are hardened to the stone body

    crashing wave s foam;

    you became partless in your night anyway

    you continue to burn, you are destroyed,

    you digest your pathetic self.

    A murmuring hurricane doesn't calm you down

    the restless soul.

    Dividing, encouraging

    you could never have been part of grace.

    You could take your vile pathetic life,

    but it is almost impossible to do to you:

    your neck stubbornness has no match,

    because no one can be selfish enough,

    konok against you

    the rules also fall into separate categories.

    – Slowly dividing into white sand,

    and you become a myth!

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