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27 Clubyou are not twenty seven years old. you are twenty seven sorrows, twenty seven apologies, twenty sev
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Jun 22, 2014
Aesthetically UnsoundWe write about two AM because it is simplicity and we are underexposed. Overtime, simplicity becomes
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Apr 12, 2014
Birds Of A Feather Flock In Your ThroatThere is something about the way a feather hits the ground that sounds surprisingly similar to glass
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Jan 30, 2014
Bless Your (Non-Existent) SoulI was praying that there was more to time than numbers on a clock. I was hoping that throwing coins
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Nov 16, 2013
'Come Here' Motion With Your Feet Instead Of Your FingersYour eyes are the color of chocolate bars. I want to see if your lids really peel like candy wrapper
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Oct 16, 2013
cops and donutsWalking in a circle is, in the fondest sense, going absolutely nowhere, even though it feels better
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Jun 22, 2014
Darling,Darling, I'm afraid I've broken the coffee maker again. / Darling, I'm afraid that all the orange bo
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Dec 9, 2013
Don't blink when you read thisThe other day I thought about you, and by that I mean that I wasn't thinking much at all. I stare at
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Nov 4, 2013
Don't Trust Boys With Sleepy EyesBlow smoke rings the size of my neck and make me feel just as insignificant. My collarbones don't di
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Nov 17, 2013
gardens of girlsCARNATION: Every frill in her dress is another piece of your heart broken. She withers in the winter
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Nov 25, 2013
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