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Description
in journal: [link]

please listen to Florence and Machine - Blinding:
[link]

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
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it was so hazy day, seaside, broken wooden bridge and crows...everything near "Hanged man's Hill" ...amazin atmosphere.

Description
in journal: [link]

please listen to Florence and Machine - Blinding:
[link]

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
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it was so hazy day, seaside, broken wooden bridge and crows...everything near "Hanged man's Hill" ...amazin atmosphere.