Space machine
Today’s last bird
Has flown
Inside the sky’s realm
Where night dictates
Its obscure truth
I was thinking about you
And the number of sand grains
On our planet
And the one of stars
Now I’m bored as usual
But surrounded by
The stupid beasts
Who own the debt
Of my beautiful
Two hundred thousand dollars
Time glide
Space machine
That has not guaranty
At all
Against third party costs
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