One day it will be all filled with cacti, tall and thin and up to the sky. If you could see the sky. Each visit, there is a new one in a pot on the floor. It feels exotic, though it is everything but. A smile, a soft accent, a new word. Cockahoop. It feels a lot like another home.
My secrets soft and hid.
8 years ago
For some reason, this mkes me think of INDIAAAA, and feel really warm. :)
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