orange candy sweet as sunrise on an endless July night.
I couldn't forget the times made from lake craft and lager.
remember sitting on the beach till the sun rose?
remember mixing wine and coolers until we were sick?
what an awful feeling.
but I would give many things to relive it.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
orange candy sweet as sunrise on an endless July night.
I couldn't forget the times made from lake craft and lager.
remember sitting on the beach till the sun rose?
remember mixing wine and coolers until we were sick?
what an awful feeling.
but I would give many things to relive it.
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