happy heat, we are hot /you and me and autumn so fierce, is autumn. Leaves they p l u mmet upon grassy green us so anxious I. /degress The degress to which we are: dirty/small/insecure/ the light hurts many cornea in my eyes. much like your face/ I want to remember being comfortable. so erratic. spontaneous fingers? there is still hope, i hope I have the energy to hope for hope. All that's left sits in Pandora's Box. so shiny, decieving! What are the temperatures we feel most comfortable in? FIX ME
Reason for writing:
for the simple pleasure of writing.
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