The tired wings, let's hold them high.
The monochrome tramlines. The tireless traffic.
A singular cigarette. Hustled smokes.
Playing masks at the length of a skin.
Off habit, born another.
You. Me. The solitary skies.....
The monochrome tramlines. The tireless traffic.
A singular cigarette. Hustled smokes.
Playing masks at the length of a skin.
Off habit, born another.
You. Me. The solitary skies.....
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