1 min readJul 22, 2017
July stalls a summer girl, on the precipice of diving into hopeless abandon; clutching nothing but her shady heart, clinging to the white lace of her dreams, clasping impudent stems until August pushes her off.
July stalls a summer girl, on the precipice of diving into hopeless abandon; clutching nothing but her shady heart, clinging to the white lace of her dreams, clasping impudent stems until August pushes her off.
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