you peak through my window
shining bright into my face
my first thought in this brightness
is just about more days
i’m always somehow counting
days, and weeks, and months
but it doesn’t really matter
each day drags on slowly
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
you peak through my window
shining bright into my face
my first thought in this brightness
is just about more days
i’m always somehow counting
days, and weeks, and months
but it doesn’t really matter
each day drags on slowly
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