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Tick tock tick tock

tick tock tick tock

The time tape measure is applied to my body, looking closely at what else can be done to me. How to throw, where to throw. It's time to tear down the fence, it's all rotten. Maybe it will be enough just to patch it up, or the height of the mountain of abandoned stones is so record high that hiding it all would be shameful. So you assemble with nails, a hammer, and the bell tolls for whom? My nails are not enough, I can’t even pull up a thread. It's full of empty holes, but there's no need to stir it up. Love, then another, then another. And scarlet lips touched the seams. To heal wounds, well-known solutions have been invented, drugs from baths, or maybe vice versa, which leads to the inevitable. The light seems to shine through the clouds, but does not illuminate even a meter ahead. Everything there is also unknown, everything there is also unfinished, abandoned, left for later. Until the flood takes everything here. And everything will be washed away, only the eternal will remain, there will be no morality, to be honest, between us, it was not invented by us anyway. Therefore, I ask you to wash off this sticky sugar from your hands, the rod is pulled to your back and tied into a rod. It turns out that you can carve errors on something instead of a body. Damestos is crumbled onto the tiles, the surface becomes white.