I wanna play a violin on and on until the melody comes in the shape of darkest light.
I wanna sneak out to a place where misery comes in the shape of coldest sunlight.
I wanna drive a car where the road hates the tyres.
I wanna climb a mountain that always descends.
I wanna live in a hut where the lamp never ceases to complain.
I wanna walk nude in front of cinema.
I wanna stay but don’t like to be stayed.
I wanna choose death instead to live!

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