On Avenue 57
beneath the blinding sun
Her breath is a touch of Magic
Her embrace is just a friendship
Like dust upon stones
She completes our journey
Here on Avenue 57
We are just friends
On a blooming field of gold
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 11:04 AM UTC
On Avenue 57
beneath the blinding sun
Her breath is a touch of Magic
Her embrace is just a friendship
Like dust upon stones
She completes our journey
Here on Avenue 57
We are just friends
On a blooming field of gold
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