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I was walking just because I am alone

Me and my iron horse
Between buildings
Me and my closed body
My pocket is dirty
My slurred speech
From someone who doesn't know how to say it right
Of things of the chest
Of things of the chest
Of things of the chest
Me and my body intertwined

In the city, not in the countryside
In the city, not in the countryside
In the city, not in the countryside

But still, inside, much deeper inside
Much more attentive
To changes in climate and temperament
Changes in climate and temperament
Not in the city, in the countryside
Not in the city, in the countryside
Not in the city, in the countryside
Not in the city, in the countryside
Not in the city, in the countryside