Apr 2019
I move alone in the dark unseeing,
as I move toward the door, I remember,
there is only one direction
And that is back to the warmth of my bed
on this cold April day.....
as I move toward the door, I remember,
there is only one direction
And that is back to the warmth of my bed
on this cold April day.....
(New York)
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