Written by Emily Harstone | October 24, 2016
Hitching a ride was not working.
The backpack, it suddenly stopped ticking.
The sun dances with my heart
he packed his load and left.
The bag contained his whole life.
That guy is in my shot.
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Hitching a ride was not working.
The backpack, it suddenly stopped ticking.
The sun dances with my heart
he packed his load and left.
The bag contained his whole life.
That guy is in my shot.