i want the feeling of entering the town and knowing
this is where i was ment to be.
that feeling of fresh breakfasts in the morning
killer is sqwaking
its the most perfect weather
jazz...
jazz
it plays in their garden
in all the rooms of their house
why does ordinary coffee seem like heaven over there
i want to go now. the freaking jazz
the heated marble floors
the jazz.
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