My nights are better than your days
Cadi without realizing that the emptiness you swallow.
The cold wind burns your face.
Life runs off fierce, asphalt welcomes you silent.
Only a slight thud, like the shot with a silencer.
But the earth is redder than a death by gunshot.
The anguish in the eyes of the people, the serenity of your outstanding is chilling.
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