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Apr 2017
the city lights won't chase us
but the morning sun will hate us
scream and shout till' your lungs turn dry
laughter in your perfect eyes

driving on a road to nowhere
no one thinks we really care
your heavy breath fills the air
my fingers slowly touch your hair
i'll try to turn this into a song... it's not finished.
emme m
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emme m  copenhagen, denmark
(copenhagen, denmark)   
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