gone are those summer days
when blood rushed like wine
our skin turned brown
'coz the sun never went down
but now it feels like
we're stuck in winter
didn't even know who
changed the picture
the sky turned grey
and the cold has crept in
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
gone are those summer days
when blood rushed like wine
our skin turned brown
'coz the sun never went down
but now it feels like
we're stuck in winter
didn't even know who
changed the picture
the sky turned grey
and the cold has crept in
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