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& quot; Trails died & quot;

I'm not the first to accompany you so.
What is there in fact?
Contacts were superfluous.
I'm alone in the & quot; Castle & quot; Kafka

I'm not the first to be silent, looking downcast.
How are you? Baby, everything is super.
You know ... if you were a murderer, Krugger would call you.
Verbiage lulls.

And I'll fall asleep again, and you open your belly with a rusty knife,
But inside me is empty, there is a long time, no one lives.

Just a couple of days and the time will run out
And apparently end for good.
Kemi have we been? Are we Kemi?
Why do we want to disappear without news?

And to me, and to you, the paths have died,
We are isolated in the night.
I will never hear your whisper.
Scream.