I dislike the truth about cities like ours;
the cities of footsteps and phones.
It could be only me and the wide open sea,
and I still wouldn't feel as alone.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
I dislike the truth about cities like ours;
the cities of footsteps and phones.
It could be only me and the wide open sea,
and I still wouldn't feel as alone.
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