Sunflowers on a field of autumn. Green leaves with orange tips crying. Winter won't have mercy on you.
I lust, you sweat
You joke, I laugh
Sing along on the road
I hurt, you freeze
Boom.
If this scared you, Armageddon will melt your soul.
We danced so fine, drenched in ketchup. It would make a good painting.
I (de)code for a living. You don't.
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