the rain
the dark filter the world has at the moment
the cigarette kissing your chapped lips
the fuzzy comfort I get from the cold;
this is perfect
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tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poëzieyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
perfect-eighty one
the rain
the dark filter the world has at the moment
the cigarette kissing your chapped lips
the fuzzy comfort I get from the cold;
this is perfect