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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required in this dark nocturnal quadrant there would be sleep. but you insist insomnia, thinking random things. what other fun would you find in yourself? I mean, something that would avoid the rest, people, objects, processes, abscesses... but the fact is that there is not always a self-entertainment spillway gushing from the cerebral cornucopia, often a huge hole settles in where ideas and memories should be, erasing them like a detergent washes the blemishes, leaving the void uncomfortable and silent in which the realization occurs that yes, you are also threatened by the gaps, is also inhabited by pockets full of nothing and at the same time is also the tenant of abysses filled by an improbable and solid emptiness. off the cliff and the void there is this bureaucratic and official world of standardized acts and feelings, nothing I can come to feel or do you have not tried or done, but what I feel in pain you may have seen in ecstasy, love things you hate, smile when you would cry disconsolately, if the wind whips the antennae of the universe I find beauty in this terrifying landscape, but you run and save the children, the world and the sunflowers, you get lost between verticality of the buildings that swallow you, you are always agile in the apartments, always correct building what could be a kind of happiness that I seem to disdain as I break down and investigate facts and interpretations of dark thoughts, as I walk through decorated corridors just to touch your face with my cold hands. you are flesh and I don't even really exist.
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