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Bloom, where do you go when you are planted in this soil soil, infiltrated with blue the colour you wear so well the only colour you can see I try to mend these yellow dyed dreams before they turn to green and the soil dries the sky already grey It's raining, every time you open your eyes
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Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 12:49 AM UTC
Blues & Greys
Bloom, where do you go when you are planted in this soil soil, infiltrated with blue the colour you wear so well the only colour you can see I try to mend these yellow dyed dreams before they turn to green and the soil dries the sky already grey It's raining, every time you open your eyes
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Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 12:49 AM UTC
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