The city lay in our eyes had
each of us find we do not repeat
we were staying it haunted us
sleep at his door remained
and its lights were shining
that others were often
for a passion or a fever
we sheltered under our eyelids moved
boastful and happy and frankly we flattered ourselves that we live
Treats
and when we resume the Road
transistor exhausted but full of strength out there is precisely
she was fulfilling her rent.
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