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Poetry 6/8 |
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Creature
of the night
As an eternal uprooted who agitated on the asphalt like a dead fish
Including the latest spasms of life seem annihilated the torrid road
and concrete.
Being a creature of the night
Face each sunrise as a birth
Where to relearn everything.
Being scared to death when the sun shines
Evaporating the essence of the night.
As the dreams become dehydrated.
The day terrace spectra.
The nocturnal creature became human
Displays a grin bad breath.
Stretches and goes to his daily still uncertain.