Asleep on the subway
I've been dreaming of Venice
having never been
let darkness prevail tonight
let darkness suppress the idle details
my love,
I dreamt I was an astronaut
safely orbiting the womb
I came
Where have the good times gone? A thousand songs
"What good is one's toil underneath the sun?"
that same indifferent
An old women she just told me
this is the lonliest
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