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Sometimes I don't know where I go
Sometimes I don't know where I come from
Sometimes I don't know: why do I go?
I go
Go to go

I am
Penetrating pressed pieces of time
No stop no pause no minute for chime
I am
Penetrating pressed pieces of space
Blood and snot off my
Сhapped face
It’s time just to go
Go to go
It’s time just to go to go

No consequence No glory No victims
No shame
I go
Go to go
Sometimes I go
Without any aim
Just go
Go to go
I stamp with shoes the yellow sand
I go
Go to go
Sometimes I go without the end
Just go
Go to go

It is no time
What should I loose
It is no time
What should I choose
Evil or good or something else
Push kind enters or severe “dels”
It’s time just to go
It’s time just to go
Just go
Go to go


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