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Of parallel universes, of Plath’s metaphors, of Soviet wars and extistence we abhor Things she cannot comprehend not as much as the words, and thoughts she lend Fantasies, realities blocks and pieces are puzzles from different places Glass and water are lone, veracious crystals Therefore, this girl with burning curiosity hair tied, matching red bow will come after rainbows, unicorns and blackholes Whilst her head’s buried in books and mysteries of the undiscovered nooks
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Burning Curiosity
Of parallel universes, of Plath’s metaphors, of Soviet wars and extistence we abhor Things she cannot comprehend not as much as the words, and thoughts she lend Fantasies, realities blocks and pieces are puzzles from different places Glass and water are lone, veracious crystals Therefore, this girl with burning curiosity hair tied, matching red bow will come after rainbows, unicorns and blackholes Whilst her head’s buried in books and mysteries of the undiscovered nooks
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
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