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Cold in bed. Hope.
The moist sun rays breakthrough.
Stale smoke lurking in the room.
The unfinished beer, the cold tea. Time.
Outside the world has risen.
Only.. to fall again. Disappointment.
The madman on the corner of the street.
Expectation.
Contraditction like a sharp arrow, deeply felt.
The madman dressed in green.
Hovering on the spot while the world disappears.
At least he can sleep with a clear conscience.

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