The sadness
How sweet
How bitter
It's just what it is
Under the sounds of a unique alto
We're trying
Observing and falling
Glossy cracked lips, how sweet
His name written like everywhere,
where my eyes stops
I'm waiting for the order, "I need to
allow myself living like like these debutants
I'm thinking"
Sounds, distant,
Scrumptious
The first girl who's playing with violin.
The Sadness
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