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his name is still nostalgia, but maybe it's something different

by @erin-atkinson

.        Child of the stars                 Chaos, incarnate,       hold your heart still.           Your              Tiny               Perfect           Human    Existence;         My king of a mountain of Ash.                                                                      You are the song you couldn't write and it's frustrating                                      because you are still standing.         Still Breathing.                              Wild                        Hurricane                   Heart, I didn't know that stars                        Could break          before I met you.
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Oct 5, 2014
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#love#living#stars#human#mountain#chaos#wild#ash
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