18 May 2015


"The drought was the very worst,
When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst.
It was months, and months of back and forth,
You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore.

Hung my head as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm.

Rain came pouring down when I was drowning, 
That's when I could finally breathe.
And by morning gone was any trace of you, 
I think I am finally clean." - Taylor Swift

Photos by Dušan Spasić.

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