Tarmac cracks
Under blistening sun,
And i wonder
Funny how one
Thinks about the future
A split second
After
Thoughts of death.
Is there an easy way
Out
Of this labyrinth
Called ‘life’?
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
Tarmac cracks
Under blistening sun,
And i wonder
Funny how one
Thinks about the future
A split second
After
Thoughts of death.
Is there an easy way
Out
Of this labyrinth
Called ‘life’?
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