I drove slow through a ****** of crows and knew something was calling me to a place abandoned
If the wind hadn't bit so hard I think I might have pulled over and walked to the weathered down guts of a barn by roadside
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
I drove slow through a ****** of crows and knew something was calling me to a place abandoned
If the wind hadn't bit so hard I think I might have pulled over and walked to the weathered down guts of a barn by roadside
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