In your chest... your heartbeat... your breath. The november rain floods us.
Whispers in the night, no one can hear us, no one know. We are doin' well, you're doing your best, I try to not fall...
Makin' my breakfast, smiling, we are late... too late.
Weekend love. Swimming in the sky, floating in the watery, burning the past, digging the light. I try to not fall..
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