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sábado, 15 de febrero de 2014

Something in your magnetism.


I have been searching from 
The bottom to the top
For such a sight 
As the one I caught when I saw your

Fingers dimmed in the light
Like you're used to being told that you're trouble 
And I spent all night 
Stuck on the puzzle 

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