Of course, what I'm actually referring to is brown sugar cinnamon, and I don't think I'd like more than a sprinkling of pure cinnamon onto something. That disheartens me for some reason.
I might have written this the same night as (Saga), or soon after. But maybe it's fine if I think of it as being written on those bus rides every day.
Mermelada.
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RandomStupid and weird as it sounds, I forget the meaning in my pieces more often than not, and have to halfheartedly "decide" on a new one until I can remember the original intention - which, of course, can inflate or devalue said original intention and...
