photography with smoke bomb at sunset.

Consejos que me hubiera encantado que me dieran a mis 16 años

Cry the colours of the rainbow, my sweet. At the end, by the pot of gold, is where we'll meet. Every colour, faded but pretty. Always shines over a dull, grey city.

Cry the colours of the rainbow, my sweet. At the end, by the pot of gold, is where we'll meet. Every colour, faded but pretty. Always shines over a dull, grey city.

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