the benches i always sit at are as cold as ice.
their metal structures scream at me to get off of them…
to leave them be and let them rust in silence and in solitude.
and i oblige to the request
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 7:20 PM UTC
the benches i always sit at are as cold as ice.
their metal structures scream at me to get off of them…
to leave them be and let them rust in silence and in solitude.
and i oblige to the request
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