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I stopped wanting
and the rest is forgotten my temples sweat when I must wish for something even the gravity law seems an obstacle too big for my fall I lost almost all my dreams buried in old rubble like a deflated ball of an orphan child running after wild strawberries until the storm was unleashed probably in the depths through the sewerage system they are transmitting the despair Morse code the blood pulse unwillingly pumped the dreams lost like too large bracelets found again only in someone else’s yard smelling like mud and rust I want no more bitter or sweet taste I’m swallowing like a paralytic one mouth full of air at a time without waking up or getting asleep my head stuck to the rails I’m hearing coming back from the mountains a very slow train
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