Tove Lo, Disco Tits
20 April 2018
08 April 2018
Middle moments
A piece of the day,
Between cloudy morn
and starry nights.
When paths cross,
in middle moments.
Our love traces edges
on times gone
and those yet to come.
Between cloudy morn
and starry nights.
When paths cross,
in middle moments.
Our love traces edges
on times gone
and those yet to come.
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