Wheat Grains and Red Snow

A very short bunch of nonsensical mind stream that is vaguely to do with things I love and wanting someone there and here.

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.

The End

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