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Apr 2015
BUT BABY,

I'M AFRAID TO TELL YOU WHAT'S IN

THE BAGS UNDER MY EYES.

AND YOU SO CURIOUS.

YOU SO CURIOUS BECAUSE YOU CAN

SEE THE HEAVINESS.
and you can shop the store for sorrow and despair.
loneliness is found on the shelf in the fitting room.
if you cry, you pay.
NV
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NV  19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.
(19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.)   
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