Silently facing each other for a long time, once raised his eyes to the bridge
Again a different vision, lying on the table
Old magazine
Slip under the pants, sari on the side
Both legs are covered
Button open chest on the side, one day unshaven beard
On the side came a bang, something under the blouse
Smooth nudity
The sound of footsteps outside, who goes near and far
Who comes back
The wind has not come today, the sun has gone on a trip abroad.
For now, they are two human beings imitating nature
Hang on to two chairs, one lighting a cigarette
The other does not even wipe the smile from his lips
Shiny ring on the finger, a little sleep on the edge of the hair
He looked up again and exchanged some silence,
Time turns into a beggar
But time knows, there is talk, there is a lot of talk.
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