When the morning comes to help me
You can help me around the legs
Then drag me to the edge

Your hands are of a lazy disposition
If you do not,

they will.

This was not your objective
The robots are in the wall

And they can smell my dirty urine
Even to the degree of the angle at which it was wrong

My hands are my eyes
I'm beating your chest
My skin is my brain
glass

windows

Can break like we like them to.

I started laugh
What are your eyes closed for?

If in this country,
My hands are still,
I need more depth of approximation
There is always a force before the fall

black hands
Windows spyware
My hands are my eyes

The blood in my breakfast
is easily measured in decibels
And people in kilometres per hour, greyness and risk
It smells all the time and the quality of everything else is mediocre
They call this life

It is not me!
Solar panel thoughts sowed in my head (from the TV).
These are not my thoughts

I am not depending on the lighting.

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Foot and mouth disease,
We complain because of it

The hands and the feet damaged

It happens all the time
It has for many years
Circle Tour
Easy fit
Broken neck to you, Sir.

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A beautiful day

A house
Somewhere
Ideas are being welded together
The link between humidity and the cat's eyes

Keywords?
Quite the contrary,

Because it is not true

Tell a story,

Drawn out and web-like
Dream away this dry weather

Panic?
Please try again
But this time in order to recognise sweet sweet life

Keywords?

No this is not true

These feelings,

I do not know why
More light in the darkness

With the greatest impact of all.

Nobody wants to organize the time of the Universe
Good word,

I was wrong
Eyes only

We need your eyes
They accepted the sky
because it is not true

We can go on only in this way.

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Hushed silence,
there is not much.
Wavy refrigerators
Lost memories
Laugh as the wind changes
And I curse
I am currently not in a position to develop at all
I swear
Refrigerated waves wash all the problems away.
She is beautiful,
My dream
This scene is still in the air,

low noise, odor
The storms approach
wind cries
The song makes it cold
So many ideas
I try to sleep
Capture the content of peace