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Sep 2013
the sun slips
through my cold hands

this wasn't suppose to be a love story
and yet I fall in love in your eyes
everyday
Its unfinished and makes no sense.
modelb0nes
Written by
modelb0nes  Toronto
(Toronto)   
318
   Elise and eva
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