to feel that way that young lovers do
i'm not sure about mornings, not these days i find my hours, uncertainly detained thinking about long walks when i should be working wondering about the green grass of new york parks stiffling heat, humidity rages through everything (except vegas) in the summertime ("the sweet sweet summertime").
2004-07-20 | 11:18 a.m.
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