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yesyesyes
singing and recording and snow and cold hands. hot sheets and breath and sticky hands. houmous and toast and the tesco delivery man. the walk home is a killer. ice and broken hearts. snow beneath my feet, stuffed beneath your wings. castle walls and wine and making fingermouse out of paper. your smile in black and white, matt with white borders. secret poems. good friends. lovers. the sultry sound of soft guitar and sometimes, roni size, very loud. it's true.
i slide my hands down your back as i dream about killing you..
this, this, this is far too crazy.
darling
the flu has made me mental.
singing and recording and snow and cold hands. hot sheets and breath and sticky hands. houmous and toast and the tesco delivery man. the walk home is a killer. ice and broken hearts. snow beneath my feet, stuffed beneath your wings. castle walls and wine and making fingermouse out of paper. your smile in black and white, matt with white borders. secret poems. good friends. lovers. the sultry sound of soft guitar and sometimes, roni size, very loud. it's true.
i slide my hands down your back as i dream about killing you..
this, this, this is far too crazy.
darling
the flu has made me mental.