Sep 29
I’m lost in thought, the problem still there,
His words linger, heavy, in the air.
But then I wonder, as moments slip by,
If I plant some mint, would it satisfy?
His words linger, heavy, in the air.
But then I wonder, as moments slip by,
If I plant some mint, would it satisfy?
If you read this, H, give me some mint candy :p
(29/F)
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