|| Oh, there's something inside that stirs when I see you.
Please tell me that you remember me. ||

A playlist about past lives and past loves, about rebirth and remembering, and about seeing people once known in the street, with all but the crackle of their name on the tip of the tongue.

Loosely inspired by the fic Only Blue or Black Days, Honey.
Read here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4448912

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