Jan 2017
you're the georgia sun
autumn's breeze
glow in the dark
sundays
saturdays
i feel
like a sproutling
wishing
wanting
swaying in the breeze
until i begin to rustle
autumn's breeze
glow in the dark
sundays
saturdays
i feel
like a sproutling
wishing
wanting
swaying in the breeze
until i begin to rustle
(22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds)
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