mood: without seeking
introspective, prospective, retrospective, -
i become forgivable like plum-coloured leaves, shadows wet with rain & collapsing sightless, like sighs into pavement. this comes hand-in-hand with a relentless feeling of never enough, with a city built for our longings.
this place, this season, is the loveliest.
i become forgivable like plum-coloured leaves, shadows wet with rain & collapsing sightless, like sighs into pavement. this comes hand-in-hand with a relentless feeling of never enough, with a city built for our longings.
this place, this season, is the loveliest.
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