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Cold hands in my front pocket warms parts of me i'd admit it. Kiss your forehead, genuine, I fell in love with someone i shouldn't. And saw our fate flashing lights before us peripheral view, I ignored it. Kept bliss in motion in ignorant standstill earthly desires pinky promise, flushed in rouge severed faster than i wanted it to.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
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Cold hands in my front pocket warms parts of me i'd admit it. Kiss your forehead, genuine, I fell in love with someone i shouldn't. And saw our fate flashing lights before us peripheral view, I ignored it. Kept bliss in motion in ignorant standstill earthly desires pinky promise, flushed in rouge severed faster than i wanted it to.
Zphyranthe
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
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