gone with the wind

I was the Hurricane that fondly blew on him -the way you do your favourite old records But he was a dandelion and he was gone w i t h t h e d n i w

Mar 7, 2019

Mar 7, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC

I was the Hurricane that fondly blew on him -the way you do your favourite old records But he was a dandelion and he was gone w i t h t h e d n i w

some things are best enjoyed only at that moment. Don't blink, don't ask for a pinch because, by the time you believe it, Its already moved on.

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26/F/London

Mar 7, 2019

Mar 7, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC

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