Gradient of Fall
“Wild winters, warm coffee
Mom’s gone, do you love me?
Blazing summer, cold coffee”
“And I love her...”
“They’ll hang us in the Louvre
Down the back, but who cares—still the Louvre”
“Wild winters, warm coffee
Mom’s gone, do you love me?
Blazing summer, cold coffee”
“And I love her...”
“They’ll hang us in the Louvre
Down the back, but who cares—still the Louvre”
