The fluorescent light of the full moon lit the garden party
He watched the light of the dark world
thinking, actually we do not live in the world that we have created
Lives of living are blurring with the summer
He will pay
To drink
To run
Feeling a warm air through his hair
He refused to face his age
A lightweight
He had a large quantity of sleeping pills
He always liked drugs
It was a sound call
In mountains and bones
a far border across the wings
And what comes to him in this anger
The fact is that there is no place
There were no museums
His water world is scared
The buildings he did not plan
just a hammer in his cell
I'll steal it with my feelings
Safety for tolerance of illness
Maintain reality mechanisms
It was a sound call
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