A fresh cup of milk, a chocolate cake, and a vision of happiness; that was my mom from yesterday.
How about your comfort zone, your shelter?
A clean, dry floor, a meal, a soft pillow, it's been a long time since I have dreamt.
A street boy, barefoot all my youth, I  covered the plazas yearning for satisfaction and extra coins.
My green friend, don't leave me alone, linger for a while, and try my cup of grief, the mud in winter seems similar to your mom's chocolate cake.

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