Go ask Alice; I think she'll know.
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Now you write because you love him now you write because he's kind you write so much you look up and you wrote yourself behind and you're standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased
Lyrics: paper forest / emmy the great
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