Dreaming of Dark Alleys
sometimes i feel going back time,
in a place never been,
starts with st.Ana winds,
ends in a grid of dark alley,
avevues,
hand in hand lighted only by neon light,
to separate the truth ,
from lies
mario
Copyright © Mario Giovannelli | Year Posted 2011
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