Remember childhood revolution,both arms outstretched, the world condensed,a spinning top, you dare look up,until the world tips on its axis. Both arms outstretched, the world condensed,it feels the same as our first kiss,a brush of lips that made us glowlike fireworks in an autumn sky. A spinning top, you dare look up,my chilly hand enclosed […]
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