' -Who's Baby?
-Baby's ...cold. Baby's running to the point of no return. Baby's hiding away, in the corner of her weakend soul.
-Why, Baby?
-Baby did a bad, bad thing.... '
So, she got up from the bed, took her bag and ran outside in the world. Too much thoughts, too much narrow streets, too many shadows of the past behind her. Baby runs with no direction.
' -Where to, Baby?'
Baby stops.
' -It's time Baby stops. Baby stop! Stop, i said! '
Now she's HOME, no lights, no wind, only solitude and a whisper of a nice memory...
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