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Poetry
Poetry 6/8

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.