pockets full of music

We laugh, we dance, we steal each other’s hearts.

And then we fall like shooting stars and autumn leaves, making music, tasting wine, staying up later than the streetlights.

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4 Responses to pockets full of music

  1. O says:

    No cooling towers?

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