Monday, 2 January 2012

Light as Air














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There are days, 
There are days that feel light as air
The sound of your voice and the smell of your hair
Those are the days that I won't remember,
Not individually at least.
They will fade and merge into a polaroid memory
Into an unspecific blur.
by Bean

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