Sectorseven
Born In the Wild
Parking lot, shoulder seasonI'm hunkered down another eveningA thought, a celebrationThe stories told in combinationIt's cold, isolationSafety's warmth is insulationNumbers game extinctionWe've heard enough to pay attentionWell have you noticed a thing at all?Bored to pieced, what a shameIt's your decision, so they sayAll erased
From Letras Mania