The cold 3 am breeze
Tickles my skin.
The sound of your favorite song
Puts my mind in a spin.
I am now in a cloud
Way, way up the sky.
Constantly wondering why
You never said goodbye.
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 2:14 PM UTC
The cold 3 am breeze
Tickles my skin.
The sound of your favorite song
Puts my mind in a spin.
I am now in a cloud
Way, way up the sky.
Constantly wondering why
You never said goodbye.
Meehhh
March 13, 3 am
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