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Apr 6
Here comes the weather
who runs through me
slips among my veins
dandelion destroyer
time breaker

i felt it better
when  i stood somewhere else
shiver on the tip of my ears
kisses from the wind

the weather
what can it means
so long to not to be seen
lost songs of what could have been
Written by
Sunny
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