Sex and loneliness
by The little hands of asphalt
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Words are scattered everywhere.
Summer’s gone and the chilly air
has found a home inside your chest. So I will grow some thicker skin.
That indie-beard over sunken chins.
And try my hardest to contest the windows whispering your name
in the livid shine from the ATMs.
The memory of your window’s view is ( Read more... )
Tekst
Words are scattered everywhere.
Summer’s gone and the chilly air
has found a home inside your chest. So I will grow some thicker skin.
That indie-beard over sunken chins.
And try my hardest to contest the windows whispering your name
in the livid shine from the ATMs.
The memory of your window’s view is ( Read more... )
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last den ned, jeg mener det! heh
dette er tonje forresten, ny lj
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