The bue clouds, and the red sun.
The blue clouds
and the red sun,?
takes collor clothes
On her bodyskin.
The rain makes
Mirrors from her
pretty soul.
And send fillors
On every
killers body tint
to hold warm.
I take Pictures
On my mind
Of her kind
unconditional
Love,.
my overcold
Life,
loves her
Sainted tainted
in whole,. Statet
corecting vieuw
My spectrum
From foult
Interpreceptions?
go now for
gold
grapped.
and the red sun,?
takes collor clothes
On her bodyskin.
The rain makes
Mirrors from her
pretty soul.
And send fillors
On every
killers body tint
to hold warm.
I take Pictures
On my mind
Of her kind
unconditional
Love,.
my overcold
Life,
loves her
Sainted tainted
in whole,. Statet
corecting vieuw
My spectrum
From foult
Interpreceptions?
go now for
gold
grapped.
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| Auteur: Werner S |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Werner S | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 mei 2024 | ||
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