i.m.t. Smile
Klik-Klak
Coffee smells like a new bottom,
cubes of sugar dissolve into a dream,
birds lack wings, the moon fades away,
I feel your shadow in cigarette smoke, your shadow...
I silence the sound of the door with the key,
a few sad sentences wander in my head,
I found wings like a bird, no more, no, no, no
don't bother me and say what I may...

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