they call this hole a city
but stressed inside the cars
we are all in this storm
the sky was already cloudy
like a tired heart
now the traffic drags a little
on the outdoor the model is beautiful
for those who don't know her flaws
then the rain pours down furiously
and what was just confusing
on this one more neuralgic day
becomes chaotic in essence
tires noise rain and gasoline
not bad for those who just wanted
a warm morning with coffee
soft kiss and the peace that wasn't there
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