This place, the place where the soul dashing down
Heard a lot
of dialogue from the fake human
They are birds, ironically they cannot settle down
Are there any an oppoturnity for that human?
There are a lot of vehicles are come, I’m the
parking place
Even for UFO that came from pluto, far away, filling
in
Too much Incisions of the violet lipstick made in
this place
The joy with the lucky, changing this Saturday
become a sin
The Little Prince, the stupid time, wake up from his
slumber
Bravely, he challenge the king with his sorrow,
illness
Lenin’s spirit in his heart, the deep nasty evil,
are smolder
He did not aware, remember the young guiltiness,
limitless
And the remnants of the potato peel, the ends of
this day
And the Little Prince, the past, the word that he
love is “away”
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