Day 69
(Indisponível)
(The) shaft of daylight melts dirty panes
(The) stench of life pulls them out from (their) dreams
Those living wastes on the streets outside
Woken up again with no place to hide
Daily food like shit and beer
Daily bread as though as steel
(and) this taste is stronger than heroine
I open cardboard door to see
An empty faces flowing by... like a stream
As a river of shit pours over me
(The) secretions of city mass machine
Sewers running thru my veins
Acid corroding remains of my brain...
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