Jun 2017
But you're just a screen again.
A daydream in mid Novembers falling leaves.
That euphoria of seeing you again, wont leave
my skin; and it breaks my bones with words,
poetry, only you can get out of me.
*Sandoval
A daydream in mid Novembers falling leaves.
That euphoria of seeing you again, wont leave
my skin; and it breaks my bones with words,
poetry, only you can get out of me.
*Sandoval
(The stars)
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