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Yellow butterflies Speeding cargo Countryside's rice fields Shuffled playlists Blank visions Got nothing in mind Small green-coloured pillow In my arms Farmers on positions Bow and stand All-day working For underpaid paycheck Man with shades on Relaxing under the morning sun With cigarettes in his hand Facing the railway Lots of helpers Keep busy with themselves With mirrors and some neo-traditional music Abandon some people who need help Solo-race Multiple races That fight for the truth Everyone's not knowing High and higher trees Green, green grass Almost hidden parked bike and houses Beyond sights Mislead righteousness Based on assumptions Gone too far From the right track She was high in blue skies I was drowned in the bathroom aisles Black dots becomes black mud Spread all over my head Stranded in an empty mind Worried enough Daylight doesn't even shine on them Hoping for miraculous thing to be true Does it matter? Paradoxes back and forth In the various divided path of my life At the highest downfall
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
12 hours facing leftside reality
Yellow butterflies Speeding cargo Countryside's rice fields Shuffled playlists Blank visions Got nothing in mind Small green-coloured pillow In my arms Farmers on positions Bow and stand All-day working For underpaid paycheck Man with shades on Relaxing under the morning sun With cigarettes in his hand Facing the railway Lots of helpers Keep busy with themselves With mirrors and some neo-traditional music Abandon some people who need help Solo-race Multiple races That fight for the truth Everyone's not knowing High and higher trees Green, green grass Almost hidden parked bike and houses Beyond sights Mislead righteousness Based on assumptions Gone too far From the right track She was high in blue skies I was drowned in the bathroom aisles Black dots becomes black mud Spread all over my head Stranded in an empty mind Worried enough Daylight doesn't even shine on them Hoping for miraculous thing to be true Does it matter? Paradoxes back and forth In the various divided path of my life At the highest downfall
on the rail, close enough for 2020
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fyodormatveyev
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
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