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| wistful dreams | with the clever stealth of a pickpocket, his smile steals the words from the corners of my lips, taking with them - my breath, like the wind on wish sails my fruitful wish | 980831 |
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| k | (he stole my heart from behind my back. i couldn't have realized before it was too late. before i had nothing left to pay for my own hurt with.) | 981123 |
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| kid andre |
I see no faces, only wallets. I see no faces, only wallets. I see no faces, only wallets. Fuck it man, I'm done. |
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