It’s the morning again. Breezes invade thru open windows, but I am alone again. I pull on my lime green shorts, my purple bra. I drink gatorade and do not miss some meaning in every movement. Th… more →
So you think I canslynne wrote 1 year ago: It’s the morning again. Breezes invade thru open windows, but I am alone again. I pull on my l … more →