oh, hey.
i think i like you.
late night cold walks through the city and cat stevens on repeat.
happiness.
strangers to smile at
and thoughts of the future.
a future.
any future.
i would be happy to stay the way we are for ever,
just you, in my life, is enough.
hello happiness.
please stick around.
there are two things i will carry in my pocket at the end, oh my darling you are one of them...
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