Unwoven threads, just waiting to be sewn
As blackened fears still streak my face
They say that you are not alone
But still I'm left without a place.
As blackened fears still streak my face
They say that you are not alone
But still I'm left without a place.
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rroma51402:
nice..
cikpup:
were you in grand central terminal, by the long island railroad section on 19th? it was a friday. if it was you, you were talking with a black police or army officer. just wondering, buecase i think it was you. 