The polaroid.
The sidewalks.
Lake Calhoun.
Sleeping in the hot and sticky trunk.
The stars.
Hiding.
Your cave.
Being ashamed.
Saying goodbye.
Seeing the stars.
The paintings.
The polaroids.
The legs draped over the arm rest of the sofa.
Who's feet are these?
The stars of Minneapolis.
The courtyard.
My face.
Your beautiful ****** angel.
The Starlite Motel.
Seeing the stars of Minneapolis.
The cave.
The paint puddles in a Bible.
The most beautiful night you've ever had.
Don't paint anyone else.
Show me the stars of Minneapolis from inside your cave.
I didn't know 'till now.
I just didn't know.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
The polaroid.
The sidewalks.
Lake Calhoun.
Sleeping in the hot and sticky trunk.
The stars.
Hiding.
Your cave.
Being ashamed.
Saying goodbye.
Seeing the stars.
The paintings.
The polaroids.
The legs draped over the arm rest of the sofa.
Who's feet are these?
The stars of Minneapolis.
The courtyard.
My face.
Your beautiful ****** angel.
The Starlite Motel.
Seeing the stars of Minneapolis.
The cave.
The paint puddles in a Bible.
The most beautiful night you've ever had.
Don't paint anyone else.
Show me the stars of Minneapolis from inside your cave.
I didn't know 'till now.
I just didn't know.
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