Neutro y en la mitad.
Like shadows we hide. My frail head rewinds. Recognizing every movement I have done.
And I turn into nothing more than air.
Whispering my poems. I will hunt and go.
Long life.
The streets wake up. And it seems that I could do whatever I want.
So I will.
So what?
Shadows collide with ghosts.
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