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Mar 2015
My words fall out

bolder {bigger and bubbled as if bee-stung},

then I meant.

Perhaps, that is why promises get broken.

Pinky finger bones crinkle and crumble like egg tarts and raw sugar.

The words, the lies, the truth are all bigger than my hands, heart can give you.
Chin up and smile.

You look lovely.
Good night y'all!
x
Amanda
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Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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