The ad mist of the East.... Listening to the west.
Closed off as if there is only silence.
Tone deaf, or is it Selective Deafness.
Waiting for the horrible news... Since the news is ALWAYS bad news.
Ask Francis Nash, but were in the 40's era does that jog your memory?
The scent of Manhattan roams all over my nose... Leaving it blue.
Smurf, way to much blue.
Oh there ain't no love in the heart of the city.
Deeply..................................................................
Or is it a sense of being literal...
Literally.
This Perfect Life.
Oh i enjoyed reading this VERY much O_O
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