The afternoon fails;
Calls out for dreams.
Comes to at two.
As you probably know;
I’m poor at keeping score.
Smile. Why. Smile.
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ode to my summer
the tree golden in early summer a leafy umbilicus into light summer weeks stall forever no...
the tree golden in early summer a leafy umbilicus into light summer weeks stall forever no...
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