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....Lost in the others...
I walked the dusty and narrow streets of the small town, which made the one without compassion for others feel bigger than the other individuals who were also struggling to survive.
I looked around before crossing the main street, like a child going to school for the first time.
I crossed this small urban jungle of intoxicated drivers, hidden swearing masters, breathless amateur cyclists, and zombie pedestrians crossing in red so as not to miss the new gossip or useless fact that would have made them more literate than others. But this was only in their fantasies...
© Sveto
I looked around before crossing the main street, like a child going to school for the first time.
I crossed this small urban jungle of intoxicated drivers, hidden swearing masters, breathless amateur cyclists, and zombie pedestrians crossing in red so as not to miss the new gossip or useless fact that would have made them more literate than others. But this was only in their fantasies...
© Sveto
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