In the Morning of July
A bird sings early in the morning
sounds of a betrayed love echoes
What could have made you so loud so soon
And I realised it's the sounds of a destroyed country
In a far away land I wonder why love is not for me
Then I realized nature has it's space
A space for everyone
A lucky dice flip
Mine just had the wrong numbers
so sad and so alone
My mind pulled sideways
No one has ever seen me although I tried
Skies blue on my tumblr page
It's the aesthetic of my childhood
The one I fell in love with
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