THE LAST SCRAPS LEFT FROM WHAT WAS HERE:
The man who sits outside always sits alone,
He stares up the road,
Uncovers his mouth,
Steam escape,
But no words
(K)
THE LAST SCRAPS LEFT FROM WHAT WAS HERE:
The man who sits outside always sits alone,
He stares up the road,
Uncovers his mouth,
Steam escape,
But no words
(K)