riding past a chilly morn
The Winter's over and the Spring's in full bloom. But the lonely rider still pedals on in to thick smog. Loneliness, it blurs, thickens and sucks you in and no memory would stand by to soothe the aching tip of your nose.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
The Winter's over and the Spring's in full bloom. But the lonely rider still pedals on in to thick smog. Loneliness, it blurs, thickens and sucks you in and no memory would stand by to soothe the aching tip of your nose.
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