another interestingly boring view of the city

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bored, searching for good times
looking at the same boats all over the river
mourning for the absence of loved ones
waiting for new ones.

of the stupid quests
of the lost cause

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another december, another story with boredom
with the same freezing wind
drying up my skin
bleeding my brain.

of the stupid questions
from absurdity

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while the sun set faster
leaving traces for me
just to say, loosing your time
wasting your life.

as the past looks dimmed
then the future looks grimm

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