eighty-three | rain
EIGHTY-THREE
this rain is still cold at my lips
And I am jealous
of the rain for it coats and licks
your skin.
Closer than I will
ever be to touching you.
Sunrises or sunsets?
𒐀 Sunsets, always. I'm usually at work before the sun rises, or I'm asleep, so I'm not able to really catch a good sunrise anymore.
May
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