One day someone will wake up, find
desolate landscapes ,
there will be green, pink, blue ....
dominate the gray, the burning, nothing.
plugs and dust,
painful religions buried after millennia of imperishable powers.
Not gold, not Argenio, not copper,
deposits thin layers of atoms. Nothing
apocalypse scenarios empty and dead silence
cut by the blades of the vocal cords plucked by the fingers of a primordial pain that is not reflected in any glass.
No reflection.
and information that becomes transmissible.
uranium.
Pluto.
ATTINOIDI MINOR ---- neptunium, americium, curium.
Liar Cassandra, you will not be believed.
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What
the hell am I doing here?
I do not belong here.
I do not belong here
the hell am I doing here?
I do not belong here.
I do not belong here
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