How can your soul
roam across this world
while it holds no care?
Drinks jam out of its jars
And sleeps in a bus shelter
Behind the toothless grin
and the dreams of the Boulevard
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
How can your soul
roam across this world
while it holds no care?
Drinks jam out of its jars
And sleeps in a bus shelter
Behind the toothless grin
and the dreams of the Boulevard
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