Life. Continuation
I will imprison the sun in my palm
I won't let it go under any pretext
It will roll up its rays in bud
Obediently believeing in own god
They throw bright paint on my eyelid
A message to oneself
All the truth is hidden inside only one person
In life and in one fate
I give a promise to myself
What day already in a row
I sell out unnecessary staff
Even a shade cannot see any sins
I will untwine tight braids
And will create a scheme of exits
Setting aside the questions
I will make coffee in the morning exactly for you.
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