for Michelle
- Robert Stastny
- Jul 11, 2016
- 1 min read
A faint smell of
autumn, as if we
weren't in the city,
but in the past of a
tomorrow hoped for,
pure, like children
who'd managed to
get far.
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A faint smell of
autumn, as if we
weren't in the city,
but in the past of a
tomorrow hoped for,
pure, like children
who'd managed to
get far.
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