In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing
4 years ago
I tried to pass for nothing but my dreams gave me away.
In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing
Posted by Amélie at 8:16 PM
1 comments:
Thats not me breathing. And if I were you I wouldn't breath in.
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