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The Life Of An Alien

I want a girl with lips like morphine, Knock me out every time they touch me. I wanna feel a kiss just crush me, And break me down.

Monday, January 22

måndag.

I dont want to be tied
To anyones strings
Im carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when Im asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly



det är faan ingen bra kväll ikväll.
Posted by Josefin Erlin at 21:07

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