I play the game
we wonder for.
The one we can’t control.
The only one
we hunger for.
The one we must console.
Before you left
the walls were dark.
I’m trapped inside this space.
Streets pass us by
disappearing.
Who’s to win this race.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
I play the game
we wonder for.
The one we can’t control.
The only one
we hunger for.
The one we must console.
Before you left
the walls were dark.
I’m trapped inside this space.
Streets pass us by
disappearing.
Who’s to win this race.
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