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Advertisements of compartments.
Sparks of railways.
Electric staircases nurture bacteria.
in order to grow up.
in order to wait for my touch.
in order to build up a parasitical relationship.

We all together once loved？
everybody looks nervous.
Some people jump up the compartment of subway.
some people jump down the compartment of subway.
They know where do they shouldn't go.
some people say : it’s wrong love, wrong destination.

The Revolucni Street is floating with dust.
The railway tracks lie down beneath the peaceful sweat
and excavator.
These stones and bricks are soft.
Some people can take the plate.
pile them up.
with forks.

I ran passing through the hotel and square.
my jeans was hit by the dirty dust.
The latter man behind called to me in the street.
he made a heart shape with his hands.

In order to take a look again.
I follow him into the puppet and glass shop.
I ask him with my broken English : what’s the shape
with your hands a moment ago?
He pretended that he forgot.
He knew his disguise can make me desire.