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stelena in august ~a thread~
salt air, and the rust on your door
i never needed anything more
i never needed anything more
whispers of “are you sure?”
“never have i ever before”
but i can see us lost in the memory
august slipped away into a moment in time
and i can see us twisted in bedsheets
august slipped away like a bottle of wine
your back beneath the sun
wishin’ i could write my name on it
wishin’ i could write my name on it
will you call when you’re back at school?
