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Trying to collect scraps of fortune

I'm looking for an extinct planet

A city you can't hug

The artery will burst swollen

Your image is forgotten, broken, blurry, drenched in cheap wine | under your bedroom window sponsored this cheap sitcom at a loss

Remember the man with the umbrella | drawing the scars of spring sadness, they were silent, they dreamed like tea leaves, they spoke, the worn edges behind us converged and tore, where we did not laugh with the memory of the past, we were only killed by dramas, torn lungs full of smoke || that's the fucking picture

Defragmented moments | erased imaginary feelings from the film | completely dotted all of us for a moment of nostalgia

rushed in with his teeth, squeezing the last threads, dispersing on their own, alas, upon arrival in the minibus, lost under a jacket, hiding from small gray half-humans half-jokingly |

I smoked this morning, buried dejectedly like mice in holes, silently whispering, leaving your city no one where there are no roads where there are no real chills and tired from myriads of roads in delirium wandered into the thicket no more often than others in a series of glaucoma mixed this life like whiskey with ice I live with the last breath of air fuck.....

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