grey again
I miss that air-mass
ain't no sunshine when she's gone
it's like I'm in love
Labels: convection, love, weather
posted by levinebar at 10:50 AM
seventeen syllables / is all you can cram into / such a tiny screen
Labels: convection, love, weather
posted by levinebar at 10:50 AM
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