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Apr 2014
**** was growing inside of me each time your eyes looked at me
my heart smelled like orange juice in the satin sun
and hot coffee was running through my veins
promise me you wont be sad if i don't speak to you after
we have been making love in the grey april air
my bones are just getting weak and fatally tired
and my mind is spray tan with a smell of pure summer
drifting away in the honest sea
i will never forget your electric eyes
with blue glitter and a hint of cute candy drugs
isabella leonora bech
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isabella leonora bech  denmark, copenhagen
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