walk around the city like a drunk, as
a deserter. On a crumbling wall O
read "the only 6". is written with a red spray.
I stop watching it. I always thought that the
walls serve to separate, to divide things and
walls serve to separate, to divide things and
people. I was wrong. As always . But it's nice to think
two lives connected by a wall.
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