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Hearts pumping blood, a travel through the true self, their soul running in their veins.
Under a downpour, my thoughts dissolved.
"Last In First Out".
On the edge of my bed I saw the end of the world.
Surrounded by dense vegetation, still it feels like desolation.
From bar to bar,
from fool to fool,
it´s time for avoiding bars.
Sea sponge the people like to bath themselves with your corpse!!
Sometimes I think I want to take a long walk in Central Park, live near the 5th Avenue, dinner at Little Italy, shop at Saks, and breakfast at Tiffany´s... sometimes, (more than I think), I don´t want anything at all but sleep.
Under a strange mist my thoughts float around me, haunted as always in a one way path, can´t turn back, can´t go foward, I´ll stay here forever until you find me asleep.
Transparent. plastic umbrella, now I can see the rain.
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