you can't trust me.
trees in the city
don't appeal to me anymore.
the subway is always so slow
in the twilight hour.
i always walked myself
from your place home.
this is not my bed.
New York 1955
Rainer Maria
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you can't trust me.
trees in the city
don't appeal to me anymore.
the subway is always so slow
in the twilight hour.
i always walked myself
from your place home.
this is not my bed.