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did mourning the loss of your touch become an automatic thing? I’m still casting the image of you onto my mind every day and night And maybe it’s nothing but an habitual mechanism, the mere echo of years I spent missing you
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
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did mourning the loss of your touch become an automatic thing? I’m still casting the image of you onto my mind every day and night And maybe it’s nothing but an habitual mechanism, the mere echo of years I spent missing you
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hisoka
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
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