El arbol.
La noche.
The Bush.
Us.
Tequila.
Peacock/Piehole.
And many many grains of sand in my (according to the store) white shoes.
So cold.
Sunset.
Footprints.
P.S. My mind is where i bought the "white shoes". My heart is in a cage.
Up, high up on the sky, the weekend.
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