so it goes.
Grace. Atlanta. 20-
talk to me
talk to me
The summer had inhaled
and held its breath too long,
the winter looked the same
as if it never had gone,
and through an open window
where no curtain hung,
I saw you, I saw you,
coming back to me…
and held its breath too long,
the winter looked the same
as if it never had gone,
and through an open window
where no curtain hung,
I saw you, I saw you,
coming back to me…
Maybe this is what that girl was knitting in class the other day…
(Source: malformalady, via uneducated-intelligence)
(2 months ago)
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