I love fresh air.
It clears my thoughts,
Chills my lungs and
Refreshes my ideas.
The freshest air I've ever felt,
Was the draft that entered when you walked out.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
I love fresh air.
It clears my thoughts,
Chills my lungs and
Refreshes my ideas.
The freshest air I've ever felt,
Was the draft that entered when you walked out.
I'll probably develop on this, but for now I'll leave it here :p
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