Sun
When the earth can’t slip the tears, I think that you are raining... When the window is full of drops, Its blurred glass makes me sick... _____ Wanted to be the tissue for your tears, And I was, I know that I was... But I couldn’t be the tissue for your blood, And that’s why I have clouds on my world... 2018.
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