smell of sunshine
birdsongs fill empty
tree-lined streets
flatten the curve ...
I take a close look
at my belly
rooftop workout
I elbow-bump the blonde
I've a crush on
a night of dreams:
all hands on the last box
of face masks
tree-lined streets
flatten the curve ...
I take a close look
at my belly
rooftop workout
I elbow-bump the blonde
I've a crush on
a night of dreams:
all hands on the last box
of face masks