Octavio Bradford
The smell of fresh coffee. The
taste of an apple. The feel of
a hot shower. The sound of
the ocean. The sun in her eyes.
These are the things that I mourn.
These are the things that bring me peace.
The smell of fresh coffee. The
taste of an apple. The feel of
a hot shower. The sound of
the ocean. The sun in her eyes.
These are the things that I mourn.
These are the things that bring me peace.
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