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It was a rainy day for me I done your number when you were sleeping and you replied me like the world was keeping our promise, our love I held your hand farther me and you embraced it, even if it were cold because our narrow hands never ends to hold our promise, our love I touched your chest infantilizing me and you watched me asking why so I tell you're the most precious thing existent while I look at you hopeless, but in love with you. Forever.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
the Time: our historical enemy
It was a rainy day for me I done your number when you were sleeping and you replied me like the world was keeping our promise, our love I held your hand farther me and you embraced it, even if it were cold because our narrow hands never ends to hold our promise, our love I touched your chest infantilizing me and you watched me asking why so I tell you're the most precious thing existent while I look at you hopeless, but in love with you. Forever.
time is our enemy: it pass too slowly for our love and too quickly for our words.
BeatrixGreen
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
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