The Hidden Words - “Dis”
I can picture us listening to “Dis” on a car ride up to Flag to go for a hike, or Sedona, Jerome or any of those dying towns; or laying outside in the grass with you as you lay your head on my chest, reading poetry and I play with your hair. The hypothetical you in a sundress fluttering in the light breeze and fair skin radiating in the sun; the hypothetical us happy forever.
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