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All I leave behind is lipstick marks, and traces of perfume-- but never do I leave my heart or things for future doom.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
never love a wild thing (like me)
All I leave behind is lipstick marks, and traces of perfume-- but never do I leave my heart or things for future doom.
The past me, before I settled down. A little Breakfast At Tiffany's esque
darling-iridescence
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
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