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I'm such a poison

Which flows in consciousness

Crawling to places where

No one else was

Comes on the go

That no one tried
 

I'm the most realistic plastic

The most breathes the slow death of everyone
 

Know more than what matters

Do more than you see

Talks less than you hear
 

If I was there

I'll stay forever
 

If I chose from there

A sign I signed

so I went

And the rest

Not important

Just the poison I'll leave
 

Squeeze the drop of curiosity

Wrap history

Which I wrote in a small piece of plastic

He would not notice

There would be no emotion

There will be virtual reality there

After which

Hard to get up
 

After which

Hard to get up

It was obvious

Whose rhythm is fixed.