The City
An escape in the shape of a city,
Pack up,
Run,
Don’t look back.
“You’ll never leave here”
Ringing in your ears.
Get away from all and everything that owns you
Disappear and who would know you?
louise weir
An escape in the shape of a city,
Pack up,
Run,
Don’t look back.
“You’ll never leave here”
Ringing in your ears.
Get away from all and everything that owns you
Disappear and who would know you?