Emilie Spring:
Ring around the roses
Emilie Spring:
I don't know what to think of this one. What do you think?
Emilie Spring:
WHO ARE YOU / WO BIST DU ?
Emilie Spring:
Black as the night that covers me *explored*
Emilie Spring:
She died on a monday. Her skin was pale like porcelain and the flowers at her home had never bothered to bloom.
Emilie Spring:
Elegiac Introspection *explored*
Emilie Spring:
Remember me when I am gone away
Emilie Spring:
April Ethereal *explored*
Emilie Spring:
show me where it hurts and let me kiss it
Emilie Spring:
And all of a sudden, she started to doubt everything *explored*
Emilie Spring:
So long, winter