miss-entropyWhisper

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I am all those lonely thingsI am the crushed cereal at the bottom of the box / Your last clean pair of underwear you only wear on laundry day / The popped balloon left in the balloon seller’s hand at

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Nov 1, 2010

Life, LoveLife, love- why did you leave? / Where are you, darling, I cannot find you but / For your faint shadowed whispers

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Mar 12, 2011

LoveHold me in your tongue / Stroke me inside of your skin / Kiss me on your eyes

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Dec 18, 2010

ReturnI want to return to being a child / And unlearn what I know of the world / And its pain and sadness

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Jan 9, 2011

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