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kiss me through the glass and the steam from my breath will blur your face. how did you get inside here, I brought you some cigarettes, now take them and we can touch fingers, or I'll press my hand up to the window and close my eyes. the woman said I could come frequently, but that you might not come, no signatures, no papers, with that straightjacket on. don't look at me like that. our visits are seldom enough, and I wish for more than minutes, here I'm just around the corner and you prefer empty contours. just let go and fall. I'll catch you I promise, I'll catch you.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
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kiss me through the glass and the steam from my breath will blur your face. how did you get inside here, I brought you some cigarettes, now take them and we can touch fingers, or I'll press my hand up to the window and close my eyes. the woman said I could come frequently, but that you might not come, no signatures, no papers, with that straightjacket on. don't look at me like that. our visits are seldom enough, and I wish for more than minutes, here I'm just around the corner and you prefer empty contours. just let go and fall. I'll catch you I promise, I'll catch you.
mitaja
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
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