>my legs tied to the cage’s top i’ve caught myself a thought one thought, doesn’t bother inviting itself, now music matters more caught under rain as the door closes lock bolts the past to the wall. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related