Dreamwaves roll over him, Arabica in a too white mug steam coils around his fingers. Griscent sky brimming with Cummulus clouds. He wonders about this girl. The one who patched up his castigo corpus meum-bullshit. The girl with the candy blue combat boots. This girl makes him wonder if he is in love. Probably....
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Sunset
RandomI dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories.