Sep 2014
I went to our place.
It was rainy.
It was cold.
It smelled of peaches;
the thing you thought of,
when you thought of first kisses.
I went to our place.
It was rainy.
It was cold.
It's funny how fast
that peach can mold.
It was rainy.
It was cold.
It smelled of peaches;
the thing you thought of,
when you thought of first kisses.
I went to our place.
It was rainy.
It was cold.
It's funny how fast
that peach can mold.
(Inside my notebook)
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