Sep 2020
At day’s closing, I felt a discomfort within
So I drove alone, ascending an ancient plain
Through autumn’s veil, unfolds a neon sea
And I searched miles and miles for its edge
So I drove alone, ascending an ancient plain
Through autumn’s veil, unfolds a neon sea
And I searched miles and miles for its edge
(M/California)
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