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I say potato, you say tomato.

whiplash girlchild

septembre, j'attends votre arrivée. vite, s'il te plait! 

waiving affections

your depths made a pressure that punctured my works and all your fluids couldn't tolerate the force of my thirst

soft

I'm not sure I like being described as "damaged goods..."

breathing thin air

way up in the sky / that is where am i / i breathe the thin air / i like it way up there

nord + sud + est + ouest

that day I walked the streets / walked the line like on a secret map
someone must have drawn in my head / leaving signs that I couldn't read