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She voluntarily climbed into the bus,
like a camera.
Only i need
was coming back.
For a while I had one rule:
Feel sick in solitary confinement.
But time is dragging on
time - shoelaces
on the shoes of the circumstances.
There is a possibility,
what a dying whale
could be my best buddy.

I am now almost the creator of everything.
I can represent everything
anything.
Tell
how stroking and hugging a nun pissing
or paid a huckster for the end of the year.
As a collision of genitals leads to an explosion,
like a ray of sun dripping on the cheeks.

But while she was gone
only snowdrifts
melted
melted away.

And I thought about her image
and counted the scars of glass