There are a lot of dead things in my apartment.
The orchid from this past June,
the fresh, crisp air from this afternoon,
and my memory of you.
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
There are a lot of dead things in my apartment.
The orchid from this past June,
the fresh, crisp air from this afternoon,
and my memory of you.
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