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不要放过我
it was 4 am.
your perfume is on. everything on me,
on all the world - you
are all around, you
are all my tattered senses
and no poetry,
no song, no writing,
nothing in this world
will make it better.
your perfume is on. everything on me,
on all the world - you
are all around, you
are all my tattered senses
and no poetry,
no song, no writing,
nothing in this world
will make it better.
