split like leaves from trees, 
or like adam’s ribs to eve, 
there are apples in my eyes, 
diamonds dusted upon our skies, 
dents and dings polishing our thighs, 
i’m so lost i can’t decide,
how i feel about the other side

Source: songs of the month – dec. 2018

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Clouds – Temporary Playlist Cover Image

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