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This old man looks so sad The hollow glance at the floor Hands shaking The lack of sense Pain of conscience Rude awakening Who could imagine that He did something bad Slowly he approaches the door City folks lore Deeper than Hollywood Cheap drama store The wind takes his hat The rush makes he look like a rat Tired, lonely Trapped in rusted cage bars Sour taste of the gift of life Anxiety, the most faithful wife For a bottle of ***** He strives Amidst sands of despair In the desert of remorse The subway of broken dreams Like a purgatory it seems To make people face Their innermost sins... Maybe this is just a big lie But the old man exists And the image of hands shaking Insists.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Subway Existentialists
This old man looks so sad The hollow glance at the floor Hands shaking The lack of sense Pain of conscience Rude awakening Who could imagine that He did something bad Slowly he approaches the door City folks lore Deeper than Hollywood Cheap drama store The wind takes his hat The rush makes he look like a rat Tired, lonely Trapped in rusted cage bars Sour taste of the gift of life Anxiety, the most faithful wife For a bottle of ***** He strives Amidst sands of despair In the desert of remorse The subway of broken dreams Like a purgatory it seems To make people face Their innermost sins... Maybe this is just a big lie But the old man exists And the image of hands shaking Insists.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
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