I believe in symmetry
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend. I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations. With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection. The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
What's so simple in the moonlight, now is so complicated. What's so simple in the moonlight.
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