Winterscore ©
Monday, August 19, 2024
Under an August sky
Under an August sky
Birds like dashing dreams fly
While the sun is fighting
That time will soon black eye
The Overwhelm surging
Traffic all hit and runs
And each passing stranger
We’re coupling into ones
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