september
Saturday, October 1, 2016, October 01, 2016
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there are flowers that grow in autumn and we are sitting ouside under dappled afternoon sun falling through your eyelashes and i think i could fall in love with you there is a list of impossible things written on a leaf of tree and it flutters into my hair and i think perhaps i met you too son or too late stuck in september i can't tell where summer ends and we stand i think maybe in tilted planet there are handful of people we could fall in love with a handful of heartstring entwined in timing you must be one of those people and so is the boy playing his guitar in a small twon coffee shop the running one at a dog park another halfway across the world waiting to catch the plane we're all so close yet so far a little in love and a little out of reach Labels: monthly |
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