I count the busy lights of each car passing by this late city night. How I wish that for a singularity— we could have that smidge of a chance.
How you and I would pass by each other swift as chasing cars.
— at least we met;
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
I count the busy lights of each car passing by this late city night. How I wish that for a singularity— we could have that smidge of a chance.
How you and I would pass by each other swift as chasing cars.
— at least we met;
