Nightlife
I revel in the freedom of my feet at 3am barefooted on the street I walk through people’s spit and through their piss Oh, c’est la vie de la nuit ... this is bliss
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Leny
Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you. -- Winnie the Pooh
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