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ten at night, street



Asphalt. Solid line, broken line.
Clear transparency of the moon to flood the air.
ten at night, on the road.

Ride, ride, ride on white bicycle, old bicycle once the mother. Knotted scarf that covers the nose, nose cold autumn. While

ride follows the moon, hypnotic and pearly, pure in the reflected light that spreads without meters.
The wheel scrolls, black on black asphalt in the night, tires in asphalt, black in my mind and in my chest, that melts in black tar, in which blood does not flow, petrified in a heavy sadness of depression.
The mind slips, the thoughts you eat the tail, howling resonate in the mind.
eyes on the road fleeing; quick escape to the moon, drinking the light that is reflected in the pupils.

"Mrs. Moon, who accompanied me, throughout the world "
softly broken by the wind and race
" can you explain, what is the road that leads to me "
resonates faintly in the deserted street, bouncing off mirrors on the cars still in the dark of the street lamps off
" I do not come, lady moon, though I loved "
memory falters, the song meanders through the verses and then resumes disorderly

" Mrs. Moon, who accompanied me to the world "
hoarse and low

the light is reflected from steel handlebar. He looks like a dark ghost, lost in the outskirts of town, surrounded by that strange night light, faint aura around her. Ride ride ride

distracted mind
the moon hid behind a tree, the dark. Splendor off.
two lighthouses unprecedented fast, too fast

Asphalt.