17:06. Je reprends un rythme de vie presque normal
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I wish I dreamt in the shape of your mouth but it’s your thread count I really care about. Stay up ‘til the lights go out. You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out. We’re the things that love destroyed. You, me, us, them, we’re just resurrection men. Us, we were only there, to make you live again. Us, we were pity sex, nothing more and nothing less.
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