A dream I think.
Out of the car.
Up the stairs.
Inside.
Walk around.
There she is.
Talk a min.
Follow.
Get lost.
For even longer.
Been found.
Found a way
Pinkie promise.
For a song.
Garrett Johnson.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 10:30 PM UTC
A dream I think.
Out of the car.
Up the stairs.
Inside.
Walk around.
There she is.
Talk a min.
Follow.
Get lost.
For even longer.
Been found.
Found a way
Pinkie promise.
For a song.
Garrett Johnson.
Rehash through cyan on a cold Saturday evening.
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