streets
I was sleeping on the edge of beatiful nightmare
then I woke up in the sweetness of a sour taste
my face frowned by ridged maze
I'm amaze that I m still alive in a grave
rest in peace for a while
far from the evil life style, that my friends and I
used to cultivate in the wild
of an urban world embedded in a beautiful nightmare
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