Long afternoon
I don't want to sleep anymore
But it's like a dream floating around
No one to accompany me
It's more natural
I'm a little more self when I'm bored
Take a look at the pictures of old coffee on your lips
Open the beautiful cover of the magazine
Some feeling aftertaste more love again
In the thought gropes, in the psychedelic is more fresh
There's no end to thinking about it
Like the sky in the afternoon
Rotating light
Listen to old records
Wet my fingertips
Painting the poems in the mirror at random
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