Dear, Spring

Counting stars and building cars my internal combustion has killed the renaissance of your rose

You’ve marked my body with your liquid mind

I’m snow in your summer   ,3
I’m dew in your autumn   ,3
I’m milk in your spring   ,3

I’ll see you tomorrow with 2 on my mind

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