alysha-marieWhisper

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compasses, clocks, knives, are useless now.compasses, clocks, knives, are useless now. / clues, few. / coffinlike rooms full of certain exclamations,

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Oct 9, 2011

before i bury myself in the fallen leavesbefore i bury myself / in the fallen leaves, / i paint

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Oct 9, 2011

there is blood and grime and rust alreadythere is blood and grime and rust already / in my backyard and on my hands. / the unlucky baby birds that fall down during june

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Oct 9, 2011

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