smells from a sound
smells from a thought
swirl all around
life is still stony
brain is still brown
full and still lonely
starving and round
penny in the till jar
green on the lens
black and white paper cuts
call me again
pain is a pendulum
love is a lie
take me away from here
don't let me die
questions and answers
don't meet on my street
like weddings and executioners
waiting to meet
the serpent is silent
my bombs are just breeze
I'm trying in cups
perhaps he wants leagues
what is the right answer
what is the right plead
what is the right word
or punctual piece
something is hinting
something is here
something is hidden
when will it appear?
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