late afternoon with coffee. Perhaps, a Walker shortbread. The air inhabited by color. Green & blue. Always red. Some hues linger. When the line works, the heart holds on. A word or two, remembered.
Something definitely sexy about that form of free form, the air of martinis and funny asides from the 50's to balm the present cracks and crevices of daily life. How nice to sit with shortbread on a divan with thee.
Something definitely sexy about that form of free form, the air of martinis and funny asides from the 50's to balm the present cracks and crevices of daily life. How nice to sit with shortbread on a divan with thee.
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