söndag 26 februari 2012

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Well I guess sometimes I wish you were a little more predictable
that I could read you just like a book
for now I can only guess what's coming next
by examining your timid smile
and the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back 'round




*förlåt jag är väldens töntigaste person*

/Linnéa

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