After the bars have closed... «Unshapely Things»
Kitty11 сентября 2015After the bars have closed and even the drunks have made it home, the city still rustles like an insomniac. Complete rest hovers just out of reach until dawn arrives, then there’s no time left. The city doesn’t sleep, but it dreams. It dreams of regrets and promises.
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