Sundays, long and short.
Music that captures things I am beginning to think I haven't felt...projecting?
Swollen lips.
Ready to move on.
Heartbroken by porch exchanges that define relationships-OR-I love you, too.
Longing for sweet snacks. Typed snakes. Thought of you. Shameful that you are associated with such things.
Longing for green fields, picturing Rosi in the mist.
Broke.
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