wire sel silence
mixes with my skin I miss the soft folds of your lips
of breath between molecules nostaglia
you're the place the sea, the dream ...
where I .... I can breathe!
Black
mixes with my skin I miss the soft folds of your lips
of breath between molecules nostaglia
you're the place the sea, the dream ...
where I .... I can breathe!
Black
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