of thunder and bright flashes deafening.
drops that fall like rocks hitting
people aged quick steps.
Falls
falling through the glass window of a cold wash
gloomy silence in the little room left.
He wakes up the bed
headache takes the hammer hits the chest
hits like Othello.
ideas disappear
Illusions blacken.
The pale
hysterical days of a utopian talkative.
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