Gena

When you dance you moan, there is a better you, but you are not alone, a soul by railway lines, feeling blue, is nothing to this time, cold in your bones, floating in a life Perdu , you are a ship that groans, tut as the clock decries, eyes sailing on inner feuds, you can cross the line, love will help you atone, ask what you want to do, when it comes to condone, stash your ticket and iphone, you are beyond this queue, cast away easy from home, explore your virtue.