Lychee jelly, pastel blue
Unable to speak, yet thoughts form through; They'll echo around my sides.
A lukewarm dimension, where all expression collides.
Lychee jelly, pastel blue
Unable to speak, yet thoughts form through; They'll echo around my sides.
A lukewarm dimension, where all expression collides.
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