Empty streets, loneliness applies. Above the way only illuminated by lanterns. They have hidden in their houses,. Quietly whisper about the neighbours. No stone remains on the other. They are drunk and shout. At the top of the voice. The smell of the conspiracy lies. In the air polluted by the laughter. Catharina Van Der Meer, 2015. Ready to go out of my Head.

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