The color of the afternoon sky, the color of the crystal clean pool in your backyard.
The color of my eyes, signaling that I’m alive.
The color of your lighter, the one that lights all of your cigarettes on fire.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
The color of the afternoon sky, the color of the crystal clean pool in your backyard.
The color of my eyes, signaling that I’m alive.
The color of your lighter, the one that lights all of your cigarettes on fire.
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