you are my incidental glitch,
i see it when i stop all clocks,
it's like the 25th picture,
it's like all 21 epochs.
my wounds are sparkling,
shining, bleeding,
it's accident without nocent,
it's silent night before wild winding,
i wanna count the consequent of nothing.
my hearing damage,
head is broken,
no light, no fear, nothing else,
i need a salvage,
be awoken,
no panic.
all will come to the end.
this is the last time
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