Nov 2014
I remember these roads,
But not where they lead.
This walk with no purpose wont end.
The echoes still call my name,
*The echoes still call my name.
But not where they lead.
This walk with no purpose wont end.
The echoes still call my name,
*The echoes still call my name.
Foma - harmless untruths
(F/Kolkata)
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