What you see is autumn...
The leaves and sticks
-stuck-
Between my rollerskates
The fresh breeze clinging to my face
Hands clasped into a fist
Deep inside my pockets
Hurrying home
What you see is autumn...
The leaves and sticks
-stuck-
Between my rollerskates
The fresh breeze clinging to my face
Hands clasped into a fist
Deep inside my pockets
Hurrying home
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