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Nov 2010
redredredred


:+:twinkle:+:
:+:twinkl­e:+:
-little-
st---


starlight,
star...bright?--
first star--
I see tonight--

i wish
.
i may
.
i wish
.
i might
.
.
.

have

[your]
wish
tonight.


(
SETMEFREE*)


i don't really feel anything you know--

just
the

searing burn
of the branding iron pressed against
my heart
before my ribcage is put back together--
like a little puzzle to be solved--
like a clock taken apart--*


just get it over with
and leave me be.
stars are prettier than lines.

Emily Dickinson was my shoulder angel when I wrote this.
Jessie
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Jessie  a burning bridge
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