...at night we will go to party....
...we will get lost....
...so we end up walking around with silence tearing apart our clothing.....with a bottle of cheap wine in our joined hands....
...drinking and talking... arguing about how shit our life is....sharing secrets that never have been exposed....
...until the sun will show itself, shy at first....
.....and then we will sit on a bench listen to some french man playing the violin on the side of the street....there will be less and less words....less and less movements....
until we fell asleep....
on that bench.....
...we will get lost....
...so we end up walking around with silence tearing apart our clothing.....with a bottle of cheap wine in our joined hands....
...drinking and talking... arguing about how shit our life is....sharing secrets that never have been exposed....
...until the sun will show itself, shy at first....
.....and then we will sit on a bench listen to some french man playing the violin on the side of the street....there will be less and less words....less and less movements....
until we fell asleep....
on that bench.....
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