When the noon gets down,
when the sunshine,
changes it's direction,
when i was tasting,
a midday nap,
my clock strikes three...,
when the time was really free,
a black lizard;
noticing that..
time splitting machine
crawled through the wall,
in no time;
towards it's destiny.
when i was deep in the sleep.
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