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friday night ghostsfriday night ghosts
your lips touch my lips and your fingers cold iron bars on my neck.
our hearts are the noise the television fuzz white sound echoing in my bedroom.
i have the empty feeling of a frigid night lighting gone somewhere beyond the line of sight.
were friday night ghosts made of dissipating vapors in the wind, in the wind.
lets split open our hearts on the hardwood floor and count every saved up cent.
cause now i dont feel like feeling any more sunshine on my face.
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I'm a member of =SkyAndNatureClub *night-shots and *HDR-Club and *iLovePhotographyClub
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I LIEK FOTOS.
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(。◕‿‿◕。 ) <(Pikkaaa~)
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Saudade
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Reacting to my environment, 360 degrees, am always focused on that next capture. RIP Tassja after 98 years of giving joy to your canine master (in dog years) following your death on July 1, 2009 in Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada.
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~chulii-stock ♥ experience the warmth before you grow old.
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