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Hello. Sitting cross-legged in a Subway Doors open and close repeatedly Footsteps resounding every now and then A pair of daily sport shoes stopped. Saying something certainly in human language Listening with full attention, well understood. You should go? Stood for awhile in silence and handed me a ticket Stretching out a hand, and feeling the warmth coming from the other end You should go. Begging the heart not to tremble upon whispers that just speak to the delicate night.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
Hello
Hello. Sitting cross-legged in a Subway Doors open and close repeatedly Footsteps resounding every now and then A pair of daily sport shoes stopped. Saying something certainly in human language Listening with full attention, well understood. You should go? Stood for awhile in silence and handed me a ticket Stretching out a hand, and feeling the warmth coming from the other end You should go. Begging the heart not to tremble upon whispers that just speak to the delicate night.
The spark that crushing my mundane life. Thank you.
jhus
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
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