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Now she lives inside, someone she does not recognize. Novembro 15, 2008

Filed under: what's inside — paulamaria @ 5:05 pm
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On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn’t break from the concrete
In the city where we still resigned.

[Death cab for a cutie – brothers in a hotel bed]