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Runi Jul 2017
Two lovers at the end of the world. Always two lovers. Always a countdown or the candle about to burn out. On one side someone smokes menthols. On the other Marlboro lights.  It's a shoot out. Always questions like will you die for me? Will you bleed for me, baby?
Thoughts on the end

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