In all blues,
I chose to be faded red.
Brown;
like when leaves fall
from trees,
left to dry on ground.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Left Unsaid
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brown
In all blues,
I chose to be faded red.
Brown;
like when leaves fall
from trees,
left to dry on ground.
