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"You are a tightrope walker, ridged, brittle, like a dream killer."
"You are a tightrope walker, ridged, brittle, like a dream killer."
I want to know.
I want to know where all these tears that I stick to the kits. I want to know where the anxiety begins, where does the loneliness. I want to know. Why I
me the blues, still, gooey, lurking everywhere. Hence it comes, the frog alive, so ready to take the game worries, Unreason, distress.
I want to know why always I tampers with the truth. Where he goes damn, this costume victim.
I want to know where they came all the mirrors from which they emerge, these men ocean, these banks scarlet I do not attain than ever.
I want to know, the silences, small kills, the underestimates.
I want to know. Why I
ponds crusts when the world sleeps, why, when I missed the tram, going from the doctor, being asleep, why when j'me awake at night, when I think about why them, that j'm'achète bread and I see the sea, why I am silent, why not spell it, why in this scribble of indigestible diagrams.
I want to know.
Where she goes, all this rush, this anxiety soft hugs and miles, I want to know is what it is possible to have missed all trains? I want to know, which forced the delay, is it true? Is it all is? It is possible to have twenty-one years old and have already, twenty-one late, it's possible to have dropped twenty-one years to peak and have linked that dust as a parachute? I want to know why there 's so much to read, why so many y' already painted, so I'm not saying that what others have already yelled, louder, higher, more beautiful?
I want to know. Why when I call
y 'than the murmur, murmur why when I y ' more than a great cry. I want to know. It's really always my fault, as he said?
I want to know. Why did you all bleach on my way, why me, i'm'reste nothing but a rust color. I want to know, sense of rhythm and reason, patience and a taste of culture. I want to know the inexhaustible vaults, what steps I missed, how many steps in a vacuum, I have counted?
I want to know how to dance how to taste what words I want to know Nadja and others, how they have found them?
I want to know it makes up a locomotive, bought it self, and how it wins a war?
I want to know why I need that, of all that, why y 'than that, and why that, it is never enough? I want to know
brothel, where they emerge, but they leave all those tears that j'me drags into socks.
I want to know where all these tears that I stick to the kits. I want to know where the anxiety begins, where does the loneliness. I want to know. Why I
me the blues, still, gooey, lurking everywhere. Hence it comes, the frog alive, so ready to take the game worries, Unreason, distress.
I want to know why always I tampers with the truth. Where he goes damn, this costume victim.
I want to know where they came all the mirrors from which they emerge, these men ocean, these banks scarlet I do not attain than ever.
I want to know, the silences, small kills, the underestimates.
I want to know. Why I
ponds crusts when the world sleeps, why, when I missed the tram, going from the doctor, being asleep, why when j'me awake at night, when I think about why them, that j'm'achète bread and I see the sea, why I am silent, why not spell it, why in this scribble of indigestible diagrams.
I want to know.
Where she goes, all this rush, this anxiety soft hugs and miles, I want to know is what it is possible to have missed all trains? I want to know, which forced the delay, is it true? Is it all is? It is possible to have twenty-one years old and have already, twenty-one late, it's possible to have dropped twenty-one years to peak and have linked that dust as a parachute? I want to know why there 's so much to read, why so many y' already painted, so I'm not saying that what others have already yelled, louder, higher, more beautiful?
I want to know. Why when I call
y 'than the murmur, murmur why when I y ' more than a great cry. I want to know. It's really always my fault, as he said?
I want to know. Why did you all bleach on my way, why me, i'm'reste nothing but a rust color. I want to know, sense of rhythm and reason, patience and a taste of culture. I want to know the inexhaustible vaults, what steps I missed, how many steps in a vacuum, I have counted?
I want to know how to dance how to taste what words I want to know Nadja and others, how they have found them?
I want to know it makes up a locomotive, bought it self, and how it wins a war?
I want to know why I need that, of all that, why y 'than that, and why that, it is never enough? I want to know
brothel, where they emerge, but they leave all those tears that j'me drags into socks.
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