yankee scribe
lunchtime, fitted sheets
sometimes the mask drops
let's be passion,
i exalt
yes, please
i would
i want to
spongy memory
prospecting
listen
long ago
slipstream
please
draw it shut
faded
bold
transcendent
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
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