One bus. Two people. A relatively young girl tries to impose on an obviously older one her willingness to get up. To no avail.
Some time ago somebody asked me if I had a favourite colour. And I didn't know what to say. Probably means I spend much too little time with myself.
And that's it, isn't it?
Some time ago somebody asked me if I had a favourite colour. And I didn't know what to say. Probably means I spend much too little time with myself.
And that's it, isn't it?
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>> The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams <<
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