clothes story
a path to follow. along the silent tracks. to the next terminal.
5:40 PMoh. if only I could read what was in ate ale's mind..
didn't know if she was distracted by me or what..
and couldn't even remember how my face looked like.
didn't know if she was distracted by me or what..
and couldn't even remember how my face looked like.
one sunday afternoon.
after meeting henry in midtown.
on our way to edsa.
another train love.
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