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[bopbopxo]

she never takes her lipstick off spotted just a cigarette away i have the sudden instinct to surrender - we've never been so gunshy, homesick, lovely. my bluest angel, drawing blind devotion, forcing belief from the faithless. this kind of love looming so large on my horizon like rita hayworth warns of gilda - mid-day she waits for the rush hour

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[freekemporium]

come back, come back, come back.