Years have passed and nothing changes.
Life is always the same.
A slow march towards the end.
A light, a love, a life, marching through
The streets and alleys of the city.
To the cold and broken hallelujah that is death.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
Years have passed and nothing changes.
Life is always the same.
A slow march towards the end.
A light, a love, a life, marching through
The streets and alleys of the city.
To the cold and broken hallelujah that is death.
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