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fairuz knows what she's doing...
her music always puts me in a romantic mood...the "beautiful stranger" type...fantasizing about running off with somebody, or to somebody, and getting to know eachother/the place together...
she's always careful, it seems, to add a sense of danger...even though she writes his name on the walls of monuments, he only writes hers on the sand of the path...his stays and hers is gone with the passing of traffic...
it's almost nine...havent done anything that i should have this weekend. moved to my new flat. i'm happy to be out.
only 42 days left. i cant see past the flight.
fairuz knows what she's doing...
her music always puts me in a romantic mood...the "beautiful stranger" type...fantasizing about running off with somebody, or to somebody, and getting to know eachother/the place together...
she's always careful, it seems, to add a sense of danger...even though she writes his name on the walls of monuments, he only writes hers on the sand of the path...his stays and hers is gone with the passing of traffic...
it's almost nine...havent done anything that i should have this weekend. moved to my new flat. i'm happy to be out.
only 42 days left. i cant see past the flight.