February 2012
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Miss Mos
I Miss Mos like the south side of pine trees I find these, nights hard with all the pondering, wondering what it’d be like if you were on me ornery to the thought of when you’re gone, see all these skies seem dark and I feel lost, b, philosophy, trapped in my thoughts you’re like my house key, house me, shelter my heart— I’ll love you for the families that tore us...