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Stained
I’d go for walks
on warm summer
days and think
about the future
to remember times
I looked at the clouds
as the sun set
pink as if wine
had spilled on an
ivory cloth
I saw the
same sun
yesterday
and wished
you were here to
uncork the
bottle
on warm summer
days and think
about the future
to remember times
I looked at the clouds
as the sun set
pink as if wine
had spilled on an
ivory cloth
I saw the
same sun
yesterday
and wished
you were here to
uncork the
bottle
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