「 flickers of gold. 」

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gold rush, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 02.30


the sunset is beautiful, isn't it?

a new story is yet to tell.

side by side we sit,

hear my whispered farewell.

goodbye, my first love, and my best friend,

isn't it saddening how soon we ended?

but, hey.

one day,

the moon will be beautiful again.

and when she does, promise me

that you'll chase the sunrise for me then,

in a town near the riptide sea.

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