the boundary of the existence
painful crossroads marked in primitive
protruding ribs.
In the limit of this life I feel
merchant smoke
passed off the field.
Who still believes in this.
Who still believes in me.
disappoint. And I feel
unwatchable.
And I feel hopeless. On the edge of existence
point of intersection of the orbits and cheekbones
extinct.
For those who still believe in me.
For those who still calls me.
suffer.
And I feel helpless. And I feel
uncontrolled.
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