Saturday, 31 January 2015

Chemistry

"It's those little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite,
It's just, it's just the simple things, pure incidentals,
It's like breathin' on the back of my neck and makin' me feel weak inside"

The above words were taken from Alisha's Attic, Incidentals

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