Broken Thoughts

A bouquet of cigarette butts

Detained for one night let it rain

A dive hotel room, it’s not much

Obscurity in the night scene

Hostile people will appear to me

Obstacles to anonymous bliss

Breaking vases in the doorway

Action suspended, best wishes

No one has noticed ’till finally

Architectural fragments of dust

I really want minds in harmony

No oasis of ungratefulness

Vanishing point straight or obliquely

Such a dense city, to put it briefly

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