We meet in a familiar place after dark just to listen to voices unfamiliar to our hearts. The screaming from the meadow larks, the trembling trees with blacken bark, reminds us that for lonely, we’re forever marked.
We meet in a familiar place after dark just to listen to voices unfamiliar to our hearts. The screaming from the meadow larks, the trembling trees with blacken bark, reminds us that for lonely, we’re forever marked.
