No More Promises
Touching ground, looking out of the window to the sky, all the chemtrails disappear like the frown from the eyebrows of a child left behind. Misty rain wets the plane, turns the day into...
Touching ground, looking out of the window to the sky, all the chemtrails disappear like the frown from the eyebrows of a child left behind. Misty rain wets the plane, turns the day into...