All is well but then you walked
And swept in like a wind
Once uncluttered
Now messy-piled
Once a greyscale county
Now a lit-up scenery
Once a lit-up scenery
Now a greyscale memory
I loved this guy once
Blew everything in it's place
Walking in without effort
And left
—with ease.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
All is well but then you walked
And swept in like a wind
Once uncluttered
Now messy-piled
Once a greyscale county
Now a lit-up scenery
Once a lit-up scenery
Now a greyscale memory
I loved this guy once
Blew everything in it's place
Walking in without effort
And left
—with ease.
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