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Jun 2017
The heights,
Windows,
Papers.
Everyday,
Same coffee
Same lighters.  
Tell me
Are you a fighter?
In a crowded train
Or the empty street.

2 a.m.
Eyes close or open.
The lights,
Or the city you never know.
The foul smells,
Garbage cans,
Humans swears.  

Anywhere
No flower to be seen
Old tall trees,
Grey leaves.
Your hood or mine,
It's all the same.
Budhino
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Budhino  Somewhere in Asia
(Somewhere in Asia)   
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