Nov 2024
The sky is crying today
The wind is blowing through
The snails are dying today
Crushed under an unsuspecting shoe
Wonder how many days until I'll see you
The wind is blowing through
The snails are dying today
Crushed under an unsuspecting shoe
Wonder how many days until I'll see you
(16/Transmasculine/Nowhere)
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