prcralexandra: Among persimmons
prcralexandra: can I get polaroid of your brain?
prcralexandra: Personne(s)
prcralexandra: I walk these streets and I feel alone...
prcralexandra: faces down
prcralexandra: there are things that keep us apart
prcralexandra: maybe not
prcralexandra: All these weeks without a note
prcralexandra: what's he building in there?
prcralexandra: fantasy
prcralexandra: wait a sec.
prcralexandra: centquatre
prcralexandra: l'empire des colonnes
prcralexandra: I've seen love go by my doors
prcralexandra: walking into the dream
prcralexandra: I speak no language
prcralexandra: as if he were drawn with pastels
prcralexandra: sedotta e abbandonata
prcralexandra: abandoned
prcralexandra: polaroid
prcralexandra: Côte d'Opale and transparency in my eyes
prcralexandra: abandoned