Everyone sat
criss-cross-applesauce
in our hearts.
Perfume is made
with dead things, right?
I try hard to sound
important,
when I write ********
because
there are bodies
reading this ********
And bodies grow and wither.
They thrive and survive.
They get married
and die alone.
They die.
To become dead.
Perfume is made
with dead things, right?
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Everyone sat
criss-cross-applesauce
in our hearts.
Perfume is made
with dead things, right?
I try hard to sound
important,
when I write ********
because
there are bodies
reading this ********
And bodies grow and wither.
They thrive and survive.
They get married
and die alone.
They die.
To become dead.
Perfume is made
with dead things, right?
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