Fragments of Noir
Hopperesque
Tuesday, 1 December 2020
Where I Was Going
When that Greyhound rolled into town
I didn't have any idea where i was going
The streets were deserted and i booked a room
across from the depot
Her final words still echoing
in my head
"You won't make it in this world"
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