It 'Friday night.
fun, game, love.
E 'Friday night.
Your car parked in the same place now rests.
I wonder if you, too, over those walls do the same.
E 'early on Saturday morning.
I give you good night, I put in my car and
bike with his heart explodes
I'm going to a house that I no longer feel my way.
last stop before daylight:
a cozy little spot, tailor-made for the Picanto.
before me in a sleeping area, a forum of cement abandoned by its supporters.
And then there's me I do not have the courage to look
where once we were there.
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