lisa-marie-1Whisper

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DistanceWeathered and torn, / he lay still counting the cracks along the walls. / His eyes closing...realizing dreaming was the only option when options were sparse.

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Feb 27, 2012

InkPromise me the next time i fall you let me smack my face on concrete / because darling i never deserved you . / While you follow through with your saint like abilities.

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Mar 19, 2012

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