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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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With the tips of my fingers
I rise to the moon Am I myself or am I living in a crazy world? Blue coming from the sky Touches the cheek Mister psychiatrist is closing my case I'm still lying I still serenely stare to the barred windows and say I am fine! I know what you hid in that grey file Do I seem pale to you? for me you are nothing People encourage me to take a sleeping pill For me all walls just dissapear The eyes pulled out from the nape Look at me and I see though hidden in a sheet of paper the black coming again I cry like a corpse crucified on the stake Worms from this world suck my brain The flame is rising and lowing again I feel my skull aching just come and kill me! I'm dazing with laurels my time is running out contemplation calling old drops of blood There's the big question I know I'll be born when I look to the sky I don't smile, I yawn Revelations palms I wait for them with an exorcism the knife in my veins knows the right ways Just wait till I cover myself Do you want to come see me My bed is bending towards So few flowers In my full tub I wash Your bronze mask Under my skirt grow A wound and a scale I play hide and seek and I play it with God Bolted in the chest Of all "myself" names Breathing hurts As does my thought I hide from myself Searching for you always da-da nu-da still looking for my tzara my darkness illuminated with a cigarette
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