Same cigaretter smell

 


 My fingers still have the smell of the cigarette I smoked thinking of you

برچسب‌ها: cigarette, My fingers, thinking of you, cursed love
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No light will save them now

No light will save them now

When the words of hope have all been spoken

And I wash the blood from my hands

And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers

 

 

برچسب‌ها: Swallow the Sun, Hope, The Justice of Suffering, Doom Metal
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