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发帖数: 194 | 1 Loner at a Party
On the bus from island to island
We passed my apartment, the brick building, painted in greyish red
I wondered what it was doing on a weekend, without me
Like at a weekday noon I sneaked back and almost broke into
The loneliness and the emptiness that belonged to itself
People were giggling and talking
The slim Chinese girl walked in with her seemingly older boyfriend
And sat down behind me
Beside me the seat was empty
I was reading an article about St. Petersberg's 300th annive |
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