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söndag 31 augusti 2014

Spectrum

 I saw his face in yours when you smiled. The same crinkles around the eyes, the same jawline. His face made me stop that night - as you held onto my hand with stars in your eyes under the streetlight. After some time you gained your own proportions. Your own persona. Then you decided to try to break me down into tiny, little pieces.

But mon cheri, I don't learn my lessons twice.

Tarra Layne – Paris

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