Mar 2020
rock n roll blares
flowing in the veins
I long to feel your blues
on a dreary sunday noon
I pray to the moon
in awe of her sight
and dream of you
in black & white
flowing in the veins
I long to feel your blues
on a dreary sunday noon
I pray to the moon
in awe of her sight
and dream of you
in black & white
(Los Angeles)
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