When you come home to a place where lying alone in the night,
you can hear the street sounds clearer than your own thoughts
your appetite for life just gets lost in those very streets
commented on by perverse juvenile boyfaced men.
and finally when those thoughts do seem to manage to get you to notice
they have become so loud,
that you would give anything to listen to those street sounds
just one more time,
but just then,
the whole world goes to sleep.
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