Nov 3, 2014

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Drinking each other blood with the straws
Into large and very painful interwined cramp
Cold and curdled blood fills many corridors,
On the bench of the choked city
Smoking on the bench
I found me.

it’s a day for someone and night to someone,
Someone is going to happiness, someone to a tomb;
Someone is watching his children singing,

And wolves rip apart someone’s womb.

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