The hatchery of pathology | final version

translator:  Maribel

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There is too many of you here, too many.
I see only back everywhere,
faces have already faded away.
I don't like big cities.
In a sticky ball
aggressive cars whirl
and people without registration
numbers, without colours.
Teach me to love
people without colours,
people without lips, without eyes.

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