We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber / Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir
Rebecca: New York / city / mirror / lipstick / letter / blood / gun / silver eyes / bed / doorstep / couch / butterfly
“i dont want to lose you but i cant ask that you stay we all know that it means toture anyway” (I Know We Could Be So Happy Baby)
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