Your smell makes me cry
and this shirt smells of you
So I hold it to my face
and I sleep with it
Because with out you
I'd cease to exist.
and this shirt smells of you
So I hold it to my face
and I sleep with it
Because with out you
I'd cease to exist.
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The Orchid Room
Apparitions
Oak (EP)