How we felt in that moment, we made this. sometimes mi hands have a prettier shade of red. They robbed me and ripped my shorts. Giant sulfur, so that no one likes me, my trademark.
Across a bridge, my confidence expands, a fiery challenge beneath an insecure city.
What did I lose, and what will I never find?
It's Wednesday night, and when I get home, the news is to recover, cancel, and then, in the darkness of my bed, understand that I was lucky.
I'm lying down, and only my fingers hurt, but they didn't steal anything important, not even my documents.
Lucky again, staring silently at the ceiling at dawn.
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