Wander around
and bide the time
hands embrace
a piece of past –
warm and sweet
Bustle up and down
The lonely concrete
This place isn’t mine
You may call it yours
Capture it all and
encase it in glass.
Wander around and bide the time hands embrace a piece of past – warm and sweet Bustle up and down The lonely concrete This place isn’t mine You may call it yours Capture it all and encase it in glass. |
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