Together in the parkQuiet chaos of the dying leaves The leaves tell many 'a different story All fallen among the trunks of trees Underfoot the leaves make a crunching sea The crunching of leaves emits a song Park benches on our left and right Seeking out the one that's right Slowly but joyfully walking along Lamps are the only bea'ers of light Our breath is seen in light of the posts We fear not the enemy of our hands We're bundled snugly in puffy coats For when we embrace our warmth transcends And if your hands do get cold in this weather I'll be right here to fix it betterTogether in the park
| I am Sarah and that's the way uh huh uh huh I like it. |
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Eyeliner and cigarettes.
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Eyeliner and cigarettes.
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Eyeliner and cigarettes.
Lovely literature pieces
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blog: [link]
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Eyeliner and cigarettes.
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I am so infrequently the person I want to be.
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B r e a t h e *
what are we? d u s t a n d b o n e s
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I am so infrequently the person I want to be.
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B r e a t h e *
what are we? d u s t a n d b o n e s
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