Driving to get out of my head. The whole city's red. Ads are forcefully fed no matter if you're going to work or staying in bed. It should have been me instead because, either way, "nothing ever stays dead."
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coracaodacripta (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Reality in the hyper consumerism ploy
- Category: Sociopolitical
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