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Like The Trees And Their Leaves

The streets under my feet started turning orange gold from the fallen leaves
A fiery red sky, and the thought of you waiting for me there
Your skin, your lips, your sighs..

Inside my bed
Inside my head

Like the trees and their leaves
I tried to touch her, keep her
But like the city outside my window
She was never completely mine

Photographer – Lana Prins (Instagram)
All Lingerie – Tisja Damen
Makeup & hair – Iris Zuidema
Muse – Blossom Stevens

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