my teardrop falls into dust. jóga plays until the morning nearly until 2 wicky. these roads paralyze me like a rabbit in your headlights and i've been thinking about our secret love. the year spent by the sea where you'd breathe me in and think twice about the cocaine we found in your old copy of eden.
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_coquette_ March 04, 2016
my teardrop falls into dust. jóga plays until the morning nearly until 2 wicky. these roads paralyze me like a rabbit in your headlights and i've been thinking about our secret love. the year spent by the sea where you'd breathe me in and think twice about the cocaine we found in your old copy of eden.
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