a morning or an evening?
am I awakening or falling asleep?
is something about to finish or to begin?
it`s neither cold nor warm
and I cannot touch the ground I`m lying on
nor the one that might be above me
no melody sounds in my head
rather all I`ve ever heard
all at once, echoing endlessly
how the hell I`ve got to here?
it was a really horrible party...
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