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Nov 2018
I drag the blade of this razor across my skin, coaxing out melodies like the strings of a bow across the length of a violin.

I’m a composer now; I’m the whole ******* orchestra — conductor and everything.

I direct the siren song
Written by
wildewolves  23/Neither/around
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