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there is something sounding in your look
blowing off my sleep like a dizzy butterfly at midnight I hold a cigarette like it was a lunette I want to discover the unique sense through its lens the train’s got off the rails in the station the air rarefied by the travelers’ fright and the mechanic’s detachment flowing over the rails do you think that thoughts (in)filtrate better on the reverse? there is a reaping of senses to see everything at high speed through the greasy haze of each morning beyond there is the real life there we don’t know what will be but it’s sure, oh, so sure we shall adapt to it under way
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