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And Moch Mobility

All simple
My life is a separate island
Without a pier, lighthouses and port
With a destroyed old core
It illuminates the pitch blades

I do not survive rescuers
Every morning I'm waiting for them for cigarette
The road is familiar to the traitors only
Where poems are considered prose

There are no beasts at all
For breakfast only sea air
There is no edible plants here.
And I eat only longing
No rope and soap
No fire and knife
There is no Liana here so that I was invented
Just sadness and longing
I am a second seems year
And months last a century
I am writing these songs alone proud
And only the wind hears me