Everytime I walk past you
I decompose myself in a multicolor puzzle
And then, after I've finished arranging it,
Another color results
A color that nobody imagined, yet.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
Everytime I walk past you
I decompose myself in a multicolor puzzle
And then, after I've finished arranging it,
Another color results
A color that nobody imagined, yet.
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