31.5.12
29.5.12
later
When you are forty
I will still be nineteen
and your mustache will send
signals.
The empty space above our camp will fill with a separate smoke.
When you are just thirty one
I will still be nineteen
and my heart will measure
signals.
I will still be nineteen
and your mustache will send
signals.
The empty space above our camp will fill with a separate smoke.
When you are just thirty one
I will still be nineteen
and my heart will measure
signals.
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