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SHORT EVENING

Keep my hand stronger. Please hold. A short evening is endless, like life. And we have not valued our lives and still do not value. He opened the window, stuck in the apartment. I am alone without the sounds of the Beatles. The headphones will pull sounds. I remember for sure that they tried to crush your hands gently, while the city was covered with a fog by a veil. We sleep separately, and on the clock is already three zero.

For a long time after midnight. Sleep with me, hiding with a blanket with his head.