Night in the railway station: an ic...

Night in the railway station: an icy hall made of
stone, wind in the doorway opening with a crash,
neon lights. That antique woman who begs and camps
in the Planty dozes here in the winter. I have bought
the ticket, in sum of two units hours you will open the door for me
I will say that I got boreal and I'm hungry.--
I be perceived your hot breath on my arm,
the other image returns: it could have been
you, nevertheless it is her--only her. No individual
no common is guilty. It happened likewise
that you breathe evenly