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Burnt Letter
basking in the sun,
I melt on me then ignite
my traces shine to dull
a taste of crumpled smoke
creeps onto my buds
why is it raining but not on me?
basking in the sun,
two Jupiter eyes in front of me
shed the rain on the meadows...
I melt on me then ignite
my traces shine to dull
a taste of crumpled smoke
creeps onto my buds
why is it raining but not on me?
basking in the sun,
two Jupiter eyes in front of me
shed the rain on the meadows...
