In autumn we danced
No wonder I was happy as I held you in my arms.
Your skin on mine.
We'd never stop but your skin turned white.
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seasons
Short StoryWe met in spring and kissed in summer In autumn we danced and in winter, in winter we died
9th of October
In autumn we danced
No wonder I was happy as I held you in my arms.
Your skin on mine.
We'd never stop but your skin turned white.
