'm not looking for you.
and even me.
search for life in the palm of the hand between the voices of
CRT
pages yellowed and tobacco cloth.
no bad time
even the silence of the rain takes away
rooted thoughts.
does not hurt to think big.
just think maybe it helps.
change everything.
also present.
save ourselves the butt. before the soul.
we will be sitting.
have to wait.
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