Posted by: Marco Bo
Grey sky suburban thorns
empty streets since we were born

you never want to leave my hand
going far away looking for home

beginnings ends scars glories, little stories
scattered beats, musical notes without
rhythm and music sheet

fragile
as we are
and yet
from the nameless crowd
free.

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