blue plastic shavings on the desk in
without shade, no life.
Where are the humans?
Where am I?
I dreamed of a trip on a Vespa on a Friday night in summer, encouraged by the warm breeze.
Then I wake up in search of the lost will.
Talk .. Speak! Write!
short, do something!
I sit, only ..
.. spectator of the fury of my thoughts.
A-game war with no beginning and no end.
Suspended, in stasis.
A riot victims without ..
.. only injuries to the single payer.
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