You like your skies clear and your grass a bright green, and I couldn't care less if the sun hid away for a hundred years. She says the sunset is purple from her windowsill but, hell all I can see is the pouring rain. And she yearns for summer to calm her bones but, God i'm just awaiting autumn for a sense of hope - Post by boi on Boldomatic

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You like your skies clear and your grass a bright green, and I couldn't care less if the sun hid away for a hundred years. She says the sunset is purple from her windowsill but, hell all I can see is the pouring rain. And she yearns for summer to calm her bones but, God i'm just awaiting autumn for a sense of hope

You like your skies clear and your grass a bright green, and I couldn't care less if the sun hid away for a hundred years. She says the sunset is purple from her windowsill but, hell all I can see is the pouring rain. And she yearns for summer to calm her bones but, God i'm just awaiting autumn for a sense of hope

#escapetheaquarium, #notvoicemusing

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