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Mama what I tell you what I don't tell anyone else what has happened what cannot be explained what we better leave as it is I have no idea how it can be otherwise whether it should be otherwise mama we're having a good time we can talk, talk about something else polish our words let them glide lightly along the scraping walls around the discomfort listening half inventing the rest ourselves then it will go isn't that how it goes? Those secrets, mama we don't need to know them out loud, you know I miss the long walks the long evenings together the boredom of before
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
We're having a good time
Mama what I tell you what I don't tell anyone else what has happened what cannot be explained what we better leave as it is I have no idea how it can be otherwise whether it should be otherwise mama we're having a good time we can talk, talk about something else polish our words let them glide lightly along the scraping walls around the discomfort listening half inventing the rest ourselves then it will go isn't that how it goes? Those secrets, mama we don't need to know them out loud, you know I miss the long walks the long evenings together the boredom of before
Collection “Moons”
#motherdaughter
Zywa
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Zywa
Amsterdam
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
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