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I thought about these moments of suspension
when everything ends or has a break
the day gives up hurting and the night comes
the ones that are birds
give up their place to the drunks
and to those who are dogs
now there's space in the alleys
for the clocks to rest like gods
every body seeks a mattress and an illusion
after swallowing the carbs
that they advertised on television
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