a citynight, help me breathing with concrete lungs, when people and strangers come undone, diffusing into monochromatic visions of how things should be, the division,
the loving brigade, its flag is ornate.hugging a palmtree, crossroads and neonlight,
workers versace, downtown, a citynight. it's a rush of air of invisble cars passing
what are the chances of elusive glances at the crack of dawn and the chat you spawn, under the influence of escapism? it's all wrong. believe me.
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