autumn-blackWhisper

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Growingwhen it all goes down, find me. / words, words, words / i need to hear your words.

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May 27, 2013

within the eyes of youI looked through you once / I never expected you to vanish / I was so caught up in your stories

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Oct 10, 2011

2:21 amit's a faint scent that always / carries me back. / i see only a glowing blue,

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Oct 10, 2011

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