my head is empty...my toes are warm i'm gonna go see my grandma. i got the windows down and a honeylavender latte :) the air is kissing my skin like this muah muah muah smooch smooch since yesterday - strawberry switchblade never let me down - david bowie lorelei - cocteau twins l'amour looks something like you - kate bush kiss them for me - siouxsie and the banshees
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