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sometimes i feel like i'm howling
basta give me somethin' important to do but the time is dragging me like a mother who tries to take out her child from the toy store strange sensation that everything i've done was just an hide-and-seek standing by a wall with my eyes closed counting loud searching for finding no one the wake up call in the morning seems like an responsobility a way to change my expired id it started to rain like in london the fax is running out of ink i wonder if the turkish kebab salesman from the casharlton street lost his bussiness how the docks from dover are looking like in the morning suddenly i discovered that i'm a man happy with less so i spoke to the workers on strike in the westminster station if you want less it will seems that you have to much sometimes i dream about a curly woman inside whom i could live like a poised officer worker who always come home at the same hour who pays his rent in advance and falls asleep while he drinks a cup of cider or i coul turn her into tunel to write with grafitti all over theories about the evolution of us about how two never divides to one but one will allways divude in two one by one people become soundless the way street lamps burn down
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