Smoke washes out their pores
Regret makes towards the doors
Fire breaks in from the escape
Complaining only, besides their sighs
She disappears among stolen cries
Hurries herself into a stall
Her life calling to her
Much like swollen pines
Smoke washes out their pores
Regret makes towards the doors
Fire breaks in from the escape
Complaining only, besides their sighs
She disappears among stolen cries
Hurries herself into a stall
Her life calling to her
Much like swollen pines
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