6 Eylül 2014 Cumartesi

i don't want google translate to be involved this time.

a sweet good night in a language that i have no idea.
a breathe in - will take the night to a completely different place
a breathe out- let the heads stay on the grass for a while
when the morning comes we're turning into lonely friends
but I keep knocking on his door at nights

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