Life with hands in pockets, half a pack of cigarettes in them! And with thought in chaos invented by my mind. Walked the road like a body abandoned by itself!
Rising earlier than usual Roosters peck the sunlight Dogs howl like the wolves Crows unsettle the sky. What kind of day is this The one I have to live in?!
My promises All are gone, gone. The memories stay In an empty chair On the terrace of the old house!
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