Summer. Curves. Closer.
Cool. Sleepless.
Pieces of perfect.
Something beautiful.
She cannot rest.
Think.
Explain.
It is the heat.
It is the moon.
It is the everything.
The unobtainable.
Obtained.
Lost.
Near.
Real.
Slipping away.
7 years ago
reflections on love, life, people, friends, politics, annoyances, well-intentioned rants
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