Just a park in the middle of a town I spent part of my chilhood in. My cousin's on his balcony daydreaming about the good old days and wondering how time flew so fast. It seems like yesterday lives down the stairs across the street in that empty park of first kisses and broken dreams. What's this mud ball coming to ? Whispers the wind.
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Andrew Hunter 13 May 2007
like this marcel very much