I’am the moonlight
that makes you upset,
You are the sun
that don’t want to set.
We should take turns,
Button unpassed,
Why would you want
to make me come last?
I don’t blame my melted snow
It’s just an icicles dropping
You know?
Hell no...
You know?
Hell no.
Swarm of a pain
a dirty rain
Give me white cloud
to ileum my vein.
Start from the scratch,
Handwriting’s unchanged
New crumpled paper
all over the place.
I don’t blame my melted snow
It’s just an icicles dropping
You know?
Hell no...
You know?
Hell no.
HELL NO
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