Hamid Ben

 Alone, waiting at roundabout

What's up with the convoy.

The night bearing insomnia

Looks like he wants to crush the earth with his weight.

Some stars still spit acidic clarity.

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Silence is freezing,

Rain falls on the rubble

She look like she wants to wash her face

What are they doing to tomorrow

One hand throws a dice at my feet

Who quickly transmits into an orchid.

Alone waiting for the convoy in the night.

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Hamid Ben

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