The night your blouse buttons...
The night your blouse buttons pinged the flowerpots on the windowsill, I drifted off to your voice.
"I'm counting your bones."
I'm as lonesome as a nameless star.
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The night your blouse buttons pinged the flowerpots on the windowsill, I drifted off to your voice.
"I'm counting your bones."
I'm as lonesome as a nameless star.