It congregates
too late
when you are in front of me
but don't start memory,
just here
and now.
Never worn
or
pristine.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
It congregates
too late
when you are in front of me
but don't start memory,
just here
and now.
Never worn
or
pristine.
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