crush.lust.love
when emotions flow tru my fingers
Saturday, December 19, 2009
there's nothing close to this.HOME.i can smell the smoke from the neighbour burning dry leaves late that evening, the mist, the dampness, the peacefulness, the shadows of the trees at night reflected on the ground with half part greener with grass.
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