Tina Sosna: I used to watch it fade into you
Tina Sosna: Hope is a distance unreached
derek-michael: d e a r l y
bykikili: Me in April 2020
Tina Sosna: Hold on, if love is the answer your home
derek-michael: may we never forget the little things
△krakamo: it all about...
Tina Sosna: Sometimes I hear you
Tina Sosna: Surrounded by everything you don't know
derek-michael: flowers in the window
Tina Sosna: Slowly fade, I'm disappearing again
Tina Sosna: The Winter I remember
Tina Sosna: We're drifting to stay
Tina Sosna: Love like a sunrise
Tina Sosna: I see you in the morning flowers
Tina Sosna: The golden and white of the unknown and the coming
Tina Sosna: I thought I didn't know how
Tina Sosna: The night you left and the morning I remembered
Tina Sosna: About loosing and findig myself
Tina Sosna: There are mountains between us
Tina Sosna: Little reds on the paths and a lingering wilderness on our tongue
Tina Sosna: Is it the whispering I hear is it the softness I feel?
Tina Sosna: Getting lost in endless days
Tina Sosna: So close, so far away
Tina Sosna: When warmth was not inside
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