Walking to work this morning. Mood: poetic…
I love this city like the back of my hand
Tattoed your name there when I was young
and
I travelled each artery
Down to capillaries
Lions Are Drinking in tides of my blood
Walking to work this morning. Mood: poetic…
I love this city like the back of my hand
Tattoed your name there when I was young
and
I travelled each artery
Down to capillaries
Lions Are Drinking in tides of my blood