right as rain

the city called me so i came
it isn’t mine to question what it said
i sleep until the point when i’m awake
i walk until there’s nothing left to trek
~ Sunday, July 24 ~
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baby you’ve got the sort of laugh that waters me
and makes me grow tall and strong and proud and flattens me
i find you stunning, but you are running me down
my love’s too big for you my love

Sort Of, Ingrid Michaelson

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