becca-graceWhisper

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Another Distant MemoryYou are / a message sprawled onto parchment / shoved in a bottle

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Feb 9, 2012

let me go**let / me / go**

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Mar 31, 2012

The Eyesyou feel them on the back of your head / they slowly peer down his arm, / out his fingertips,

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Nov 28, 2011

Winter (Not Welcome)You can keep your white-tipped wood / if I can keep my springy stride / You can keep your saccharine goods

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Nov 28, 2011

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