Posted On Mai 12, 2014By CarloIn Music
You were new, never seen your face before As I’m writing this, I’m sitting on a train. The darkness outside has long laid ist coat over the green fields, red brick houses and little farms. The streetlights flash, blurring into small lines on the horizon as we pass them by. Soon I’ll be back home. Soon I won’t smell the stale air-conditioned air anymore. I’m thinking of the warm blue smoke that will fill my lungs while the cool midnight air will brush through my hair. The strap of my
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