the morning is dark,
cotton-candy fog hanging
over the city.
through the fog, lights glow.
well and truly entranced, i
inhale the sweet air.
someone is burning
pine. as i get in the car,
i wish you were here.
just a girl in love with words
the morning is dark,
cotton-candy fog hanging
over the city.
through the fog, lights glow.
well and truly entranced, i
inhale the sweet air.
someone is burning
pine. as i get in the car,
i wish you were here.
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