The city is nothing like my town
The hole of the population
Walks with only themselves
Sometimes they have shoulder bags
Olive scarves
Boat shoes
Sometimes they are running
There are many people
And not one will look at you
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
The city is nothing like my town
The hole of the population
Walks with only themselves
Sometimes they have shoulder bags
Olive scarves
Boat shoes
Sometimes they are running
There are many people
And not one will look at you
