Mainstream Melancholy
airborne confessions v 3.0
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Lost summer
Do you pick up your phone
Do you check your mail
Do you answer your door even if it's late?
I don't know who to call
I don't know who to write
And I think I forgot
What your face looks like
I've been away
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