I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet moths will keep us warm
Fever Ray "Keep the streets empty for me"
Ideas: Emma Photography
Style: Emma Photography
Photo: Emma Photography & Lena Lazhnevska
Model: Greg Reshetylo
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