think about me. I think about you. We think about the force of habit.
Suddenly I wake up next to you and realize that I forgot all those big words. All I have at the end of the tongue. Since
wearing all black, the sun refused to walk in front of us.
settled his chin on your fear. I see you tremble when I stand behind your back and your neck whips the warm breath of my lungs charred nicotine. Tula you. I hold your hand, but I feel the cold shadow cast by the hands of the clock.
sorry. I interrupted you. It seems that you said something about infinity ... This city
We do not like, and the phones have long since begun to speak for us.
With boredom count on the fingers of years.
For your and our hands.
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