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By distance, by the stance, by every cheeky glance, every small yet wonderful dance, every movement of the hands, every mistake, by all the chances I got and were yours to take we will know if though or not the picture has place left to stretch out into.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Mister brightside
By distance, by the stance, by every cheeky glance, every small yet wonderful dance, every movement of the hands, every mistake, by all the chances I got and were yours to take we will know if though or not the picture has place left to stretch out into.
I feel melancholy I miss that week But I don't want to be weak and make your word holy.
Daan
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Belgian
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
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