I was with a friend towards the metro, Everyone was busy. It was a crazy strife. Sounds heard were then…
Beneath the Light
City, no distant land, no bitter waste, Who knew from soil come road and concrete, The sketch of a flaw…
I was with a friend towards the metro, Everyone was busy. It was a crazy strife. Sounds heard were then…
City, no distant land, no bitter waste, Who knew from soil come road and concrete, The sketch of a flaw…
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