Ten Years
I still think about you, port of call,
you're in my bones
and how has it happened
that I am not on esplanade, every day
you're in my bones
and how has it happened
that I am not on esplanade, every day
When the going gets weird, get even weirder
posted by Burnt Notions at 6:34 PM
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