not a woman drinks haunts the heart of this man,
he falls asleep beside her wrapped in his red coat,
at dawn one hand slides over his body curled up, he
feels quite near, he heard his footsteps in the room, she stumbles over
, his whisper is a sweet song, it
not wake up.
Small tribute to the book by Haruki Murakami "South of the Border, West of the Sun"
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