Mar 2020
till the warm day falls to orange sunsets
and when mystic cryptic glisten nights rise
you’ve been camping all over my temple mind
till the dawn breaks the skies in a purple dye
and when mystic cryptic glisten nights rise
you’ve been camping all over my temple mind
till the dawn breaks the skies in a purple dye
(19/Bigender/philippines)
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