Glycerine makes me think of you, of course...
(you emo bastard)
and now that I think of it, I also think of long walks in the dark wet air and fear of falling and papercuts
which make me think of a girl who's a woman now. (Don't think you know what I mean.)
Hey, remember that time evokes #3, and pink and green things in a pink and green bag
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