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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ you're killing me more than coffee pots ♡

Andy "Fletch" Fletcher during Music for the Masses era (1987-1988)

i have been so calm

bit my lips through the torment

please fall into my arms

never let me go

and angels appeared to descend

to my surprise, with half-closed eyes

slowly...

kiss me (touch me)

now (touch me)

there are flies on the windscreen

breathing in fumes

breathing in fumes

b r e a t h i n g

i n

f u m e s

you'r e br eath ing in f um es

f u m e s

you're breathing in fumes, you're breathing in fumes

are you breathing in fumes?

y o u ' r e b r e a t h i n g i n f u m e s

i t a s t e w h e n w e k i s s

semuf ni gnihtaerb er'uoy

you're

breathing in fumes

you're breathjng in fumes i taste when we kiss

i'm breathing in fumes

my hands are shaking, my head is turning 🪽

only the one that inflicts the pain can take it away ☆

i was so wrong not to doubt your Medellin, tangerine dreams♡

mother, father and the holy spirit

i'm trembling, you heal me