a strong tingle in my palm
behind my eyes
joys
and tears are prepared
he gathers his words so that
the horn does not
stutter
when it is necessary to speak
that his sign is a warning sign
or is that sound
starting
the huge onslaught of desires
now you don't know
because now it's still a secret
now secret
in my mischievous silence
old man
his distant noise rustles through
Life
Death
I hear
the common hymn
in your every sigh
then if it explodes
then if it explodes
then if it explodes
then if it explodes
then if it explodes
but you don't know yet
because it's still a secret
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