Sundays, too, I thought of you,
particularly more than was healthy,
and when rain had kissed
much of what I could not
before noon.
Those were the days of
witless,
wishful
thinking.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
Sundays, too, I thought of you,
particularly more than was healthy,
and when rain had kissed
much of what I could not
before noon.
Those were the days of
witless,
wishful
thinking.
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