I Was Here
Irina Yellowlooking through my window bookbook if these walls could talk
I may need to go to the barber shop very soon.
Just when I thought everything seems fine, moments later a song begins to play. ‘Dream, dream, dream. When I want you in my arms? Whenever I want you all I must do is dream, dream, dream.’ As the song plays, no doubt my heart wants to jump out of my chest. Oh, fuck. My heartbeat becomes loud and fast, it is like a never-ending sound of a drum. ‘When I feel blue, in the night. When I need you, hold me tight? Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream.’
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