ⓘ𝗦͟o͟r͟𝕔͟𝕖͟r͟e͟𝗿. ♱ 𝗦i𝘅 𝗘y𝗲s.  In a season of endless blue there is nothing to block the front of my eyes asphalt reflecting the sound of cicadas your silence, it becomes inaudible.
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