where am i at this night ?
I explore in the pockets of the night ..
and i hangout without myself and i don not know where i am ?
the countenance was dispersion between light and dark alleys ..
so i have stayed without my self on swings ,but the swings where not any swings.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
where am i at this night ?
I explore in the pockets of the night ..
and i hangout without myself and i don not know where i am ?
the countenance was dispersion between light and dark alleys ..
so i have stayed without my self on swings ,but the swings where not any swings.
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