i smell like a rose.
he smell like late autumn.
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Stories by ffeíne
lose your marbles
the red you see, that's what's left of me.
love you love you
I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it.
Self-destruct, show up like an idiot.
Why, oh, why does God keep brin...
sway
oh my love, you'd rather kill me.
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