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I pluck the fruits from the trees
about these red fruits of suicide
my friend list is empty
funny days have passed

push push
push push
push push
push push

moans of neighbors behind a thin wall
clean room timid square
hypermarket vivisector tape
I lay down on the table I am very happy
I lay down on the cold table
I lay down on the cold table
I lay down on the cold table
I lay down on the cold table

through thousands of petty everyday life
through hundreds of sleepless nights

death of a person is the expanse of water
human death is someone's footprints
death of a person is the expanse of water
human death is someone's footprints