Break time memoirs of you.

no dimlights, no stars

youll slow talk and I will dance,

no knowing of all your scars,

no telephonic kind of romance

no where are you going now

i have got you, from where I stand,

i rewrite, a love story in my hands

i have got you, from where I stand

 

 

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