A miserable room
and a pale body that does not heal,
blood liquid waves aimlessly
between my teeth as a caries malignant
the sun on my body makes me delirious,
'm not feeling ...
Who dared to draw me
lying for the rest of my life?
A slight panning:
the blue blanket,
a figure still,
a purple iris.
Business as usual.
The reaper rebels
to my sobs,
I've been accumulating
in grandmother's music box,
gave him rope and left them out,
but she and
statue holds my hourglass
that seems never ending.
But today that picture destroyed
old unknown author,
today snatched from his hands
my watch,
me today redundancy
food drops,
blue mantle,
and again I say hello
the purple iris,
today I will deal with that smell pharmacist
and let myself go,
forcing the rebel.
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