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01:43
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01:32
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Counting words third time in row,
counting
each one is an empty call,
counting
and every thought I’m ready to grab
hastily runs through my mind.
It's one of this moments I’m most aware of,
dozen wasted hours trying to make the difference,
mouth full of teeth, not bullets or bricks.
not bullets or bricks
Mute racket of thoughts.
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01:25
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Give a permanent, visible view.
Give pure and perfect scene.
Turn coincidence into necessity,
Objection into calculated yell,
Biographies made without ellipsis, what’s left unsaid
The air carries whispers of obligation,
not to breath is not an option.
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