My esophagus burns. It was five whole minutes a go I was talking to you then five whole years as soon as we’re off the phone. The most confused color yellow, desperately hoping to find its place on your dress… Stay tuned.
Tag: Romance
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five whole minutes
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Beneath the Bridges Nigh
What is a mere walk between friends? A missed kiss in chlorophyll soaked air. What is it about you?