What a snake? Cobra?
There is a secret room in your apartment.
Interest increased.
Something special
Which is quite lucrative hidden there !
‘Trying‘ makes everything possible.
One day got for what searching for.
Intruding there found a lot of things
Do not know whether lucrative to anyone
But for menot at all.
Only mentionable that some baskets full of pulps.
As if coiling dead snakes.
At night appearing in dream
The great great great great grand Father said,
‘Those are useless orbits with corpses of stars-suns.
Asleep dreaming of speed.
Making me bewildered coming you stand face to face
And ask, ‘Can't you be speed? ! .'
What it is?
A question?
A comment?
A desire?
An expectation?
Could not find appropriate words.
Bewildered raising tail run away…
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