as far as i'm concerned the sky is one if the most wow things ever. it's beautiful. it's magic. it's endless. it's for free. it's. just. super.
which is why i love taking kitsch pics of it. (the kitsch really is the sky's fault tho) and i thought, hell, i bore you with much worse stuff. so here a first draft of this summer's blues and greys, pinks and oranges, as ocurred above my head a few hours ago ...
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needs to be looked at while listening to
the world was on fire and no one could save me but you
it's strange what desire will make foolish people do
i'd never dreamed that i'd meet somebody like you
i'd never dreamed that i'd lose somebody like you
no I don't want to fall in love
no I don't want to fall in love
with you
with you
what a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
what a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
what a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
what a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
and I don't want to fall in love
no I don't want to fall in love
with you
it's strange what desire will make foolish people do
i'd never dreamed that i'd meet somebody like you
i'd never dreamed that i'd lose somebody like you
no I don't want to fall in love
no I don't want to fall in love
with you
with you
what a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
what a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
what a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
what a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
and I don't want to fall in love
no I don't want to fall in love
with you
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