//wake me up when the bluebells are ringing//
Lucy, remember
The smell of that fall
The fires of fungus
And the rotting leaves
I fell off the wagon
Into your arms
Into this long month of Sundays
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Postat av: marcus
vad gor du med dina bilder for att de ska fa sadan vacker farg? lar mig!
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