somehow familiar
Each Summer's shorter
In the face that I'm shaving
my father's eyes gleam
In the face that I'm shaving
my father's eyes gleam
Labels: age, perspective, Summer, time
posted by levinebar at 10:42 PM
seventeen syllables / is all you can cram into / such a tiny screen
Labels: age, perspective, Summer, time
posted by levinebar at 10:42 PM
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