when the whole world has transformed into teethed clock wheels and gears due to my vast knowledge
there is a space within heart is well oiled nothing untouched
where i can only enter
by becoming nothing
i can't stop this constant clock work
there is no place for me
there is a space within heart is well oiled nothing untouched
where i can only enter
by becoming nothing
i can't stop this constant clock work
there is no place for me
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