Just sometimes you&me. Just sometimes you&me. (Remove filter)
Just sometimes you&me. Just sometimes you&me.
We got the authentic alphabets,
We got the authentic isles.
We got the authentic innocence and issues. Measured miles.
I guess I call you treasure — (fresher?) On documented files.
Or did we split the icebergs 'neath the Earthsheets for all whiles?
Or did we split the icebergs 'bove the Earthsheets for all whiles?
I'd love to make a labyrinth,
For us to play again — A safe and...
Wednesday 11th June 2025 11:56 am
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