Everything alive is poetic, some whispering silence more than most.
105 days, 105 days, 105 beautiful days and if I could travel the world I'd do so with you for another 105 because we'd go from Cleveland to Berlin. For now, I know a million things to say without words and I'm pinky promising I'll stick around for a million more pinky promises. And I'm perfectly fine with that.
105 days, 105 days, 105 beautiful days and if I could travel the world I'd do so with you for another 105 because we'd go from Cleveland to Berlin. For now, I know a million things to say without words and I'm pinky promising I'll stick around for a million more pinky promises. And I'm perfectly fine with that.
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