by FargoFansydney, New South Wales, Australia
Jun 2021 282 Views 1 comments
Seasons
Her autumn my spring
So the world tilts at the poles
Apart can just sigh.
So the world tilts at the poles
Apart can just sigh.
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Posted: Jun 2021
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