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[Nov. 22nd, 2017|05:16 pm] |
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dark dark blue youre the queen of the night in tiles of italian bathrooms the wet trees were lingering along with your dance you were swinging your feet drowned in moss ants underneath your nails hear the hydroelectro station soaring heart the trains passing darkened waves of the river salt soaked rocks in slight fear you stay for a while drowning in dark blue part of this night |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2017|05:17 pm] |
porcelain ghost of versailles
my flat is my castle |
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