Wheat Grains and Red Snow
Leur den scrawl, forstia crustay falohsian, peur de pattey con stigmal kor.
Wheat grains and red snow.
Death of love in a car.
Turn the corner in the jungle.
Too many people staring.
Nostalgic tears and forgotten imaginary friends.
You should have been there but you weren't, so be here now.
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