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[biche]

you play your fancy game
whenever it's just the two of us
alone
then you dissapear off into the wilderness
and leave me
alone
you wrap your arms around me
when i'm
cold
then you burn my fingers with your cigarettes
but i'm only
cold
you trace my palm with your fingers
then you shake them off like
dustyou and i talk until dawn

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[biche]

you have a really unique way of writing too. your photos, your words, everything.