When cities stain colors
And the bars are filled with dancers
Great groves cover avenues
forgotten pictures of bridges are exposed
and loneliness remains exposed to
As a tourist attraction
The secluded beaches are avoided
struggle for one square meter
Among urban beaches filled
Trying to draw attention
Enjoying the taste of the other
us
around Everything is done to satisfy the existence
With eyes of outsiders
With laughter from unknown friends
Waking up
Next
To say it was a good night
only for filling a few hours
The inevitable emptiness of existence
Why am I here?
Where am I going?
To Live?
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