i can't help but dream of how it will be (who wouldn't?) i'm making promises to myself, thinking of how we'll weave the sunshine through and through with jack's mannequin and spitalfield in the sun that'll be shining shining shining though NOW we're just heading into winter (fingering the leaves, it's already beginning to grip my heart) but i'm still thinking forward forward forward i can't help but wonder is it forward or back, the dusty sunshine i'm smelling is from months ago and it doesn't cover the chill in the air anymore (i'm writing too much to autumn these days, but maybe it's because fall's something in between.)

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a/n: I'm definitely developing a fondness for this style. I love the fluidity.