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Freitag, 20. Mai 2011
Lonely Walks at Night
Late at night between 1 and 3 a.m. I sometimes wander the worst parts of town, slipping past unnoticed by the various fringe-dwellers, dealers, whores, killers, madmen and junkies. I am nobody, a mere shadow, as the world slips by revolving in its filth unnoticed by me.