January 2011
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Fire!
This warmth, this burn, this unrepressed orange. You signed the receipt, looked into my look, and oh how fast I fell. I miss everything alway, my charming one. Watch closely, listen fast, I don’t want to do this without you .
I’ll buy my shoes on that street you like. Fall fast, fall hard, fall into a bin of itchy sweaters and old ties and when the day is done, you’ll smile in the sand and I’ll...
