If it were up to me it would end by the sea,
cold air, strong tea
A final tight embrace,
Body warm against me,
Fast pace, turn and look back.
Breathe smoke..
A smile when we last spoke.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
If it were up to me it would end by the sea,
cold air, strong tea
A final tight embrace,
Body warm against me,
Fast pace, turn and look back.
Breathe smoke..
A smile when we last spoke.
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