tout est éphémère,
Il n’est pas encore minuit.
and those talk are what I miss,
and your warmth is what I’ll miss.
Why is everything logged, -and why are you so slow
What a fucking night. -time flies-
Do we all die inside and doom ourself in this ?
And late I ask, and later even you reply.
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