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I met him at a work shop he was beautiful because he made art I liked watching him make these things[ he spray painted a big plastic skull gold he spray painted me gold] he didn't care where it got I'd follow him anywhere because he looked at me with his piercing eyes and because he'd hold my hand and pull me somewhere wild & new
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
manic pixie dream boy
I met him at a work shop he was beautiful because he made art I liked watching him make these things[ he spray painted a big plastic skull gold he spray painted me gold] he didn't care where it got I'd follow him anywhere because he looked at me with his piercing eyes and because he'd hold my hand and pull me somewhere wild & new
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
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