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AMOROUS AND AFFECTION OF PAST
TASTE OF DRIED FLOWERS: IN 1950 ..𐚈
mood's just messed up, we are lost but still thinking about how we both know our hearts. the scent of love has dried out, like the flowers: all of your words being given to me in those days have dried up. it never felt like we could find a way to go back to those moments when we didn't get lost in the room. realizing the moment of your scenes i kept in mind, and my heart is already blurred out before i can see it clearly.
the weather just so fine for us sitting together waiting our love to get dry, mesmerizing dried flowers have turned into dead flowers before i realized if you were a dried flowers: scent of dried flowers reminds me of myself being dried bloody dirt, worsted than you
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ📄 all hopes of you, have been
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdried up like flowers in autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤseason —written by june: 50s
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
AMOROUS AND AFFECTION OF PAST
TASTE OF DRIED FLOWERS: IN 1950 ..𐚈
mood's just messed up, we are lost but still thinking about how we both know our hearts. the scent of love has dried out, like the flowers: all of your words being given to me in those days have dried up. it never felt like we could find a way to go back to those moments when we didn't get lost in the room. realizing the moment of your scenes i kept in mind, and my heart is already blurred out before i can see it clearly.
the weather just so fine for us sitting together waiting our love to get dry, mesmerizing dried flowers have turned into dead flowers before i realized if you were a dried flowers: scent of dried flowers reminds me of myself being dried bloody dirt, worsted than you
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ📄 all hopes of you, have been
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdried up like flowers in autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤseason —written by june: 50s
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