I loved you in the winter.
When summer came the world was dead and cold.
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I loved you in the winter.
When summer came the world was dead and cold.
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I was wrong.
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Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…
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The tension in the slow touch Fingers move Tenacity, confidant, participation.
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