Apr 2018
And did I tell you
about how the
sunflowers
you painted on my skin
crave for you
every morning
yet the winter
never ends.
Where are you, my sunshine?
about how the
sunflowers
you painted on my skin
crave for you
every morning
yet the winter
never ends.
Where are you, my sunshine?
(24/M/India)
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