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I was looking absent-mindedly at the man
behind the mirror. he’s bored too and lights up an imaginary cigarette, opens his nostrils wide and sighs as if the entire universe is dripping from his eyes to the boots via an useless route with no clue for others. since two mornings past he’s no longer surprised to see faces in clouds or even waxy ones hanging to be smoked in squalid bars where everybody is a genius above all the whores wearing pink mini skirts lusting next to the pint of beer or the kids who scratch the walls of the block’s staircase with distorted pentagrams not having the slightest idea about the five petals rose he draws one last smoke from his imaginary cigarette then he gets rid of me going away from the mirror and all that’s left is a useless mask
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