Jul 2019
I still think about when we first met
sometime in late October
with rain in your hair
the sound of a beer cracking open
the sinking feeling
of just knowing
sometime in late October
with rain in your hair
the sound of a beer cracking open
the sinking feeling
of just knowing
A poem stuck in my head.
(31/F/Oxford)
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