While reading some old conversations,
I recalled the day, when me and my friends,
were roaming around in some deserted place,
dirty roads, and the stink from factories.
In no moment I started feeling,
as if the entire situation came back to life.
The same stink of rubber factory,
and the fresh meat being served;
making me feel suffocated,
choking up my senses.
With the difference being,
this time I was alone,
to fight and to survive my greatest fear,
without any help.
Shivering, unable to breathe,
I started locating the source of this smell.
But all my efforts went in vain.
Like the last stroke, before the great fall,
I took one more chance, to open my eyes wide.
Unconsciously, still waiting for a familiar hand,
I finally survived, the stink of lost friends.
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