It was a raining rain with clumsy fingers music on my naked skin. Drops heavy - notes generously splattered, injured with the cruelty of the knife. No umbrella / and without delay, by the way, slow the streets with heels embroidery. That's my watch again is not accurate. Did you start - stubbornly stops, as if Time rolls backwards and gathers moments in a handful. Their aroma dazzles me. Nice. In the collar - wet. Cool thrill.
