Nowadays this world, growing old.
wind rain today
born from the womb clot
gray clouds
gray sky
which tore at my grandfather’s house
already frail and helpless
let the roof of the house
and the walls of her kitchen heaven
hollow, empty
like teeth
who can not chew
political news
changing
in the old days
the world was old
like himself
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