24.
the city sky is all rumbling clouds
and the colour drains from the air;
streams down isolated tar roads
and pours into sewer grates and gutters
these are the streets of my thoughts;
welcome to my black and white mind
ð
24.
the city sky is all rumbling clouds
and the colour drains from the air;
streams down isolated tar roads
and pours into sewer grates and gutters
these are the streets of my thoughts;
welcome to my black and white mind
ð
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