six months in, one year down, and all these tapes, I made for you...
red rock crossing
empty beds in august
september draft (for michael)
october candy masks
loss regrets (fast forward to feburary)
her heathered grey shirt rises to her knees
march of tides/prince of nothing
late towers in april/pyramid drinker
the cruelest showers always end up kind
black cherry bandages
poolpartypoolpartypoolparty
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