Poems from Brian Adams
Silence. I just want silence. Radio static flickers on a broken record spinning at a million miles an hour and no matter how much you slow...
Silence. I just want silence. Radio static flickers on a broken record spinning at a million miles an hour and no matter how much you slow...
Silence. I just want silence. Radio static flickers on a broken record spinning at a million miles an hour and no matter how much you slow...