coffee and cigarettes, my dear
have the same taste of disappointment
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ashes and sunflowers
Költészetwords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
Coffee and Cigarettes
coffee and cigarettes, my dear
have the same taste of disappointment
