Monday you can fall apart Tuesday Wednesday break my heart. However, it's not Friday
and no one's in love. It's a strange strange world. Sort of.
Random people at train stations, melted snow and ashtray hearts, some swedischer Punsch mit Rozinen,
and sugar in my coffee (after ten in the evening). And then
(you go back to her) and I go
back to black.
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