over his white guitar,
but I'm looking over
his shoulder at the
shadows on a
telephone pole, to
see what the light
was like back then.
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Message To Love
over his white guitar,
but I'm looking over
his shoulder at the
shadows on a
telephone pole, to
see what the light
was like back then.
Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com
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