keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

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j'aime les etoiles secretes

do the stars close their eyes when we make love? do they see what we're made of?

there is an army of ants on the grey pavement beneath your feet. if you moved an inch to your right, you might also notice that the night has fallen over the city and that the skyline misses her like you do.