terça-feira, 4 de março de 2014




<<I breath you in with smoke in the backyard lights. We used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nights. It was the best time of my life but now I sleep alone. (...)
But don't just say it, you should sing my name, pretend that it's a song cause forever it's yours, and we can sing this on the way home.>>

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