Stay here, wrecked
Bumble-bees buzz in my ears,
Keep being correct,
Deprived of hopes or fears.
I am a track, boy, oh, track,
Of (***read my lips***) buried fortune
One more brainful of thoughts,
One more eyeful of tears…
This Universe has visible seams
On its rear side.
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