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Apr 2014
we can smoke to-morrow
i can hold your hands
tell me all your sorrows
you know i've been there
we can sit and cuddle
on the marble stairs
it will not be sudden
it will not be strange
we can smoke to-morrow
we can kiss and bite
i know all your sorrows
they've always been mine
i'm not saying let's get back together but i know you like the scars on my skin and the depth of my hole
dmitri a danailov
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