Reading Night Lamp

Before your eyes on the couch, in the tumult of drunken conversation sleep despite the laughter of friends people who have long not wake up – you can not guess a coach shirts and classic styles, you can see how in a dream, they are blown away by ticking arrows and spilled sand until narrowed their lips into a smile as freeze of mummification. Someone opens the door to the living room and tells you that you need to shave – and you recognize in this interloper grandfather of a black and white photo. Through the window echoing clatter of the train that has long immobilisation because it made more direct line through the mountain path.

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