I hate the sun
because it makes me think of Destin.
Warm days together
faded into nights apart.
I hate cars with loud mufflers.
The rumble makes me think it’s you.
You never knew what you wanted for dinner.
I hate the sun
because it makes me think of Destin.
Warm days together
faded into nights apart.
I hate cars with loud mufflers.
The rumble makes me think it’s you.
You never knew what you wanted for dinner.

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