Alone At a Cafe Boulevard
At a Boulevard cafe
sits a man near a the park
where pigeons
without corn keep company
to someone completely
solitary...
In the café bar uselessness
from someone who elegantly
sits alone ...
In the air the memory
of a figure that
does not occupies the
space of a soulless
body in front of an
empty coffee cup ...!
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