Like a rabid dog, the blood rises and rushes up the nostrils gaping jaw. Ready to bite any quidam, he wanders the head to the sky begging calm, human beast in the noisy crowd. The white lines, headlights strafed, he no longer sees, he falls head on the asphalt. He did not fall, and besides, he no longer wants. It is here, though squashed under the tires, he can finally look up there, planted its teeth in the dark clouds.
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