Aug 2016
Waning Sunshine,
Flightless Birds,
Autumn Speaks,
Arbitrary Words.
On The Horizon,
Not Too Far,
From The Fire,
Comes A Star.
Daytime, Nighttime,
What Lies In Between,
A Flaming Skyline,
Borne From Green.
Flightless Birds,
Autumn Speaks,
Arbitrary Words.
On The Horizon,
Not Too Far,
From The Fire,
Comes A Star.
Daytime, Nighttime,
What Lies In Between,
A Flaming Skyline,
Borne From Green.
I can't wait for Autumn
(F/Minnesota)
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