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amora
amora
worship the glitch
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
AI
So this is the spine: The cover is made of the songs you played The blank pages carries the shadows of the time that passed by I've sewed it with memories that stuck You are gone; I am hurt I've got a brand new cookbook
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Bidden journal
Won't you join us? she says The table cloth covers half of the table Barely covers the unwillingness There's almost room for one more
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
The Good-Enough Mother