about clear blue skies, and blue seas, and the feeling of the hot sand under your feet, and water-melons, and summer dresses and movies under the stars.
but as i open my mouth no voice comes out of it.
Both real loss and real lonelyness require silence.
Maybe some other time...
but as i open my mouth no voice comes out of it.
Both real loss and real lonelyness require silence.
Maybe some other time...
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