chimneys, antennas.. faded bricks.. a perfect ghetto silhouette..
million tons of dead buildinds with their metal implants on, standing
in a light fog, surrounds me and my ugly flat. though my vision is not
limited, i can see a bright sky.. the clouds.. every grey tones i can
imagine..
with very first scream of a crow, my daily, standart searching
procedure starts. scan the roofs, look inside the gaps between
apartments, strengthen your memory with same ugly visuals..
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