gotta run
Don’t make that face I can’t stay
Frustration
I swear I wasn’t planning this
Snow fall
What a way to ruin a day
Missed call
Met some guys for lunch
Wet socks
That dress is amazing
Lying clocks
Call me when you get home
Reluctance
You left your gloves on purpose
Downward glance
Snow doesn’t hide much
Especially a dusting
Flavorless land now salted
Uninvited storm starts howling
Uninspired! Close your screened master
Stop clicking links to more despair
And feel your engine roar
Conquer hills and blow-back hair
Fall snow, come on sun
Redden our lazy-pale skin
Follow a new trail now discovered
Get lost, get found, give in
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