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sleeveless shirt.
and
greasy hair
dark circles
over
smearing makeup
consciousness
my
flooding
the moisture lags
but
Waves wash away
the sky.
parachutes ford
dreamy
wind
lazy
rolling
a harsh sun
under
blazing
beach
a sandy strip of
till I reach
finally I fall asleep
and
deadens all
The clatter of traffic
the smell.
in buses mostly
unfortunately
and the cold
and the smell
the light
that pass
people and the world
that connects
only thing
it's the
there's air
It's so lucky
air and paper.
only in
does exist
where spring really
there are places
think that
me
and it made
sidewalks
over the filthy
old newspapers
like
stench rolled
The night
inhaling chill.
still sat outside
all night
who danced
People
night clubs.
and
car shops
the shut kiosks
I passed
Masger street.
through
station
central bus
to the new
train station
from Azriely
I walked
thirty
at seven
was
the first train
'cause
the time
Just to pass
in the morning.
at six
yesterday
home
I came back
and chills as
submerged in fogs
Tel Aviv
legs with flowers.
covering model's
newspapers
arrived at the
Summer collection
and legs.
of my arms
in the voids
float
a lot of butterflys
made me feel
"spring time's here!"
on the radio
the talk
Something about
my body.
inner walls of
to cover the
butterflies
as if they were
I chase them
in my emotion.
arouse life
suck me in
Good addictions