Jul 2012
That lucid scent is tormenting me.
I can feel you
through every opening that will allow feeling,
and I am left
with just
a
t
r
a
i
l
.
I can feel you
through every opening that will allow feeling,
and I am left
with just
a
t
r
a
i
l
.
(new york city)
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