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- a dead fairy in the cold spring
- a tiara
- an church in ruins and two graves
- driving on the rooftop of your car in the mountains
- milk
- our sad eyes and laughing corners of our lips
- sleeping on your chest on an endless field
- smoke from your mouth, lips touching, smoke in my mouth
- stars and the moon
- you always looking like a prince
- you teaching me to drive on the forest roads
- your warm and my cold hands
nov 5 2014 ∞
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