My heart is full. Overflows.
It's tired. Stop by and let it all breathe.
I ask almost pity him.
It happens all too quickly and do not always have time to metabolize.
too, all together.
A perfect evening to make him cry.
That was a week and intended to resume its pace.
Slow meanwhile, with the patter of rain tonight, it starts to fly ...
Listening Radiohead.
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