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Red – the colors match underneath the mashing of trashed feet. A bittersweet scent swishes around our soft palates until intoxication renders us useless. The artificial artisan could’ve gone lighter, but she knew it wouldn’t have been as beautiful. I gasp and gaze, looking for the fake signs that she had felt the same.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
Lipsticks on a Wineglass
Red – the colors match underneath the mashing of trashed feet. A bittersweet scent swishes around our soft palates until intoxication renders us useless. The artificial artisan could’ve gone lighter, but she knew it wouldn’t have been as beautiful. I gasp and gaze, looking for the fake signs that she had felt the same.
tim-eichhorn
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
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