Dear Buster, dear Batleur, dear White Dancer on the wall, i take the
tag pencil to tell you how i'm glad you've been in, in this street,
even if i never met you for real, even if it's too late now, i know
for sure that the letterz all around seem to be animated by their
own living, like dancing now, as all the characters painted on the
wall, written in life.
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Où ? |
Rue de la Mare |
- 20° |
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Porté Disparu |
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