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the early afternoon reminds me of You what are You saying to me? I'm listening in the streets wandering in-between yellow houses to think...

it's the kind of cold that makes your legs red when you come inside. it's the kind of cold that makes you sniffle a little. it's the kind...

I. a simple, what changed is issued from my end of the bed the end with my pillows the ones I put by the windowsill to cover the cold...