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it's only a repetition
alarm bell knocking on the door
of a cold Ackland street
the fork of life is lost
in singularity
and the night stabbed with a knife
not young any more
principles are irrelevant
regardless of their faith
some
people
always
feel
alone
like an attitude
against the rules of life
a lack of fortune exposed
like a sadness on the face
of a merciful coin sleeping
in a hat.









© Tom Del Braco