Outside the rain keeps fallingOn foul soil, dying snowMelting and transformingto waters made of woe
Grey clouds brewing idlethe trees can not withstandWhat is dead and gone byis mixing with the sand...
...In the …
from the gutter—ooof thiiis spriiing
this is my vibe 🫶
de de down de down
de de din de de dion
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