After long days, I’m left with the sounds of the night. For every cricket that crickets. The cars that speed by playing their music. And the beat of my heart that lays within me. I feel it all.
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After long days, I’m left with the sounds of the night. For every cricket that crickets. The cars that speed by playing their music. And the beat of my heart that lays within me. I feel it all.
morbidkafka 