Sunday, 12 February 2012
the morning coming back.
a small bit of sunday morning love, all staticky and smoked, the radio smudge, and strum of hot breath, yet ash cloud, yet sea bird.
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a small bit of sunday morning love, all staticky and smoked, the radio smudge, and strum of hot breath, yet ash cloud, yet sea bird.
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
a small bit of sunday morning love, all staticky and smoked, the radio smudge, and strum of hot breath, yet ash cloud, yet sea bird.
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