i’ve lost the last bus only going to my place
so, it’s, maybe, time for a lonely race
time is mine
walking through the darkness i was simply blinded by
no name but hypnotic technical eyes
what’s with me?
suddenly the taxi stopped so far from me
door’s just quietly opened inviting to sit
night taxi
so i set.
night taxi
where i set?
night taxi
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