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Coffee and Paranoia don't suit well But cigarettes and short talks do. Little things do count Just like when the raindrops started to fall on the window pane Which gives you serenity and the ability to Keep your mind at peace The way her fingers brush through his hair Is like playing the harp Harmoniously playing every strand The way she laughs Will always be the highlight of the day. Short talks and long embraces Are something worth remembering Because for him A single minute with her feels like A long year run, even if his day is already dim.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Little things
Coffee and Paranoia don't suit well But cigarettes and short talks do. Little things do count Just like when the raindrops started to fall on the window pane Which gives you serenity and the ability to Keep your mind at peace The way her fingers brush through his hair Is like playing the harp Harmoniously playing every strand The way she laughs Will always be the highlight of the day. Short talks and long embraces Are something worth remembering Because for him A single minute with her feels like A long year run, even if his day is already dim.
EvangelineLockhart
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EvangelineLockhart
21/F
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
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