Hey there old man are you afraid
the boy on the bicycle your crayon face
the girl with the eyes on the wall behind you
not the only one full of matter and space
And in this basement
where bones pile
higher and higher
The avalanche of whispers
will one day
deny you
the walking death you left too late
the boy on the bicycle he is laughing away
no one can save what is already
departed
and what you thought finished
only just started
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