Red blood Venda.
Burning smell of bleach that nose.
Change for the coffee machine.
Cigars in front of the hospital, looking at the door of the hospital, observing the highest of all the pretty girls that come through the door of the hospital. Currencies
to see a silly talk about how nice and how well everything goes.
words I do not know if you listen. Ideas do not know if we'll live.
God does not exist.
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