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she pinches me into the darkness dried our playing ground taking us to tangerine heaven nostalgia, it will sound like endless expressions of happiness coming from semi-innocent minds let the dust fill our skin before the moon makes us all blind these memories will never demise stronger than the strongest wind and will always remind of our afternoon sun she's always good to us our afternoon sun we should go out and its a must here we are, when black turns into white and slowly looses those youthful hype but will always understand and miss our afternoon sun even it's virtually gone our afternoon sun we haven't seen it in a month our eyes may hurt from these watered chlorine but we dont need euphoria from this morphine
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
Afternoon Sun
she pinches me into the darkness dried our playing ground taking us to tangerine heaven nostalgia, it will sound like endless expressions of happiness coming from semi-innocent minds let the dust fill our skin before the moon makes us all blind these memories will never demise stronger than the strongest wind and will always remind of our afternoon sun she's always good to us our afternoon sun we should go out and its a must here we are, when black turns into white and slowly looses those youthful hype but will always understand and miss our afternoon sun even it's virtually gone our afternoon sun we haven't seen it in a month our eyes may hurt from these watered chlorine but we dont need euphoria from this morphine
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alvin-guanlao
Filipino
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
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