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Random numbers of tired clock go as in delirium - a step back, two forward.

Confused cipher, a mystery without words, they think when the plane arrives,

You will bring you here.

We are falling, as in the cinema, it would not be sad, it would be funny.

And we will be forever, as always, God and the devil at the same time, together.

A scream went out, in the window of the house, the world without "us" is a dead end, coma.

A drop of a crane is half a gram per day, the time was measured with a mark in zero.

I am a torn wound, a straight target, a pale shadow with a head in a loop.

I stand on a thin needle.

Yes, it’s just hell to sit in paradise and see your gaze, and in it all your pain.

Lost on the edge of the abyss, do not give up, live - it is to be in battle.

Two days, one at home, fear, wall, saliva, coma.>

From here everything bad is visible in red colors, it is powerless, it is insulting and enraging terribly.

The soul is impotent without ordinary flesh, but it also pounds it when my love passes

The procedure behind the facet of the emotional limit, identification of the corpse, as they say in the news - bodies.

You will have to be bold - but I'm not out of work, although here I flew, because you wanted so much.

The ice in my hands shakes, it rains back in my eyes.

Zero in the shower, traces of hacking, I myself am a coma.