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Apr 2015
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Tears dont start in the eyes.
They start in the pit of the stomach. Where butterflies are torn apart wing by wing like lovers do to petals.
Congratulations, You’ve murdered them all.
Now all that remains is decaying caskets.

That’s what you meant right?
When you said you don’t believe beautiful things can survive  ?
Because you're the one that kills them.
Jo Sleiman
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