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a series of short.

I learnt to live off of art and music;

food and water aren't mandatory.

(I'm trying to let my fingers talk).

/

breathe in the sky

stare at plants, decorate

bite your cheek, but not too hard this time. feel your heart, let your veins talk and pump the blood throughout your body to the rhythm of the song.

grow, walk, alone

(it's nice to have these moments).

 

feel the tense skin in between your eyebrows, mad because he doesn't talk to you: though confused because you don't notice him

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modelb0nes
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Dec 18, 2013
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