and as for the clouds, just let them roll


I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago


skinny dippin girl


pour a little salt we were never here


Bon Iver


isn't love


lkljj


lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky, wondering where I go when I die


hjjhh


romeo and juliet


he's dressed up like a squire, bootlegged whiskey in his hand


for the sun


Into this long month of sundays


we come and go, as the ripples on a string


I've been roaming around


countless lovers undercover of the street


love of mine


ville inte vara den som blev kvar


jhhhj


skåneland


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