the wind is shaking my house.
breaking the grounds.
like pounding fists against the walls.
it goes straight to my head.
intoxicated, i don't want this to end.
i'm wearing that sundress you gave me.
but tomorrow, i don't want it.
i gave you too much of my heart.
in so little of time.
but this was supposed to be about the natural intensities of the air.
the air that is going around in circles.
the air that travels the world daily.
what are you so afraid of?
what even went wrong?
i'm not going to take this.
it's not like i care anymore.
i'm officially throwing it to the wind.
Jeg foretrækker plads blomster
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