Have Paroles

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open windows smelled from apples mixed with your presense with angle essence morning colored without guidelines missed a red cross where your heart was and in your kitchen i became a liar for the last time every last time youre a mountain on the open fields of euphoria have you ever thought about how it feels when the fire burns out trade your heo for a breakfast first of of last ones upon a time once i saw rainbows end in your eyes though a blue haze tears fell halfways