like boxers
find nobility in violence
& no ability to see sense
like
Love me tenderly my darling
In the city of light and
she’s even redder than that
she likes to torture the cat
who
P.j harvey :
I was lost in love
I was lost inside
’till
he’s making excuses but she’s not buying nowt
‘don’t care ‘bout
a darker garden this though pale with beauty
in the
Jesus save me
Jesus save me
Can I tell you something ?
I was in the water when you grabbed me from
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