beer bottles and empty cigarette packs over flowing ashtrays comfortable silences coupled with long conversations and a pissed off cat, but most of all i'll remember the smell of your hair, your smile and a sweet kiss goodnite, if in the end, this thing we have here doesnt work out, at least i'll know my heart is not dead anymore....Birth sign: Libra
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