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Sometimes I feel your cold fists against my cheek, and I remember the last times we peacefully got to sleep. Im getting weak. as I can't get over the new smell of the newly fallen autumn leaves,
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
Down the Old Road.
Sometimes I feel your cold fists against my cheek, and I remember the last times we peacefully got to sleep. Im getting weak. as I can't get over the new smell of the newly fallen autumn leaves,
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
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