sweet flame that burns out my cigarette.
the street lamp is low, i feel it watching me
very closely,
the soft sound of walking, the loud baritone of
wheels merge in the streets, in the shadows
of the pavements, the road is beautifully bound
like pages in a book, telling me stories.
the street lamp is low, i feel it watching me
very closely,
the soft sound of walking, the loud baritone of
wheels merge in the streets, in the shadows
of the pavements, the road is beautifully bound
like pages in a book, telling me stories.
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