When the lights keep flashing in the photo booth and I watch a star fade across the moon,
I take one last picture and instinctively wish for you.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
شِعرAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.
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When the lights keep flashing in the photo booth and I watch a star fade across the moon,
I take one last picture and instinctively wish for you.
