in her dreams were girls with bones like bird cages, dancing upon dusty stages laced with red lights. gone were pajama days and barely there nights. these were the days of the dreams, the disease...
You are always so heartachingly beautiful. So precise, so exact, so correct. These words leap off your page and they chill me, a cold misty blanket. But always, somehow, comforting...
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beautiful.
You are always so heartachingly beautiful. So precise, so exact, so correct.
These words leap off your page and they chill me, a cold misty blanket.
But always, somehow, comforting...
You, are amazing.
fantastic trip into one side of life...
This is lovely.
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