Laughter, champagne, polaroids, kisses, empty museums, old books, photography and broken iphone. Reading Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, white nights, pale skies, train rides. Bells around Saint Petersbourg when I saw you. Swiss boys. Painted lips, dirty knees. I see you on the evenings sitting on your throne. The Strokes, oh, the Strokes. Van Gogh's letters. Mac DeMarco. Beards and tattoos. Arguing with my mother on the phone. Dancing. Longboarding. "I'm sorry, baby". Songs on repeat. Sore feet. "You take too many photos". Evening naps. Strange dreams. Red wine, oh, red wine. Art gallery. Bye summer. I liked you.
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