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Jun 2014
You shuddering with the deepest sighs,
the kinds that string the seconds within
                                                                         minutes,

snuggled within time itself

into this wisp of infinity.

I can feel my own soul cracking,
mirroring yours with blurry eyes
as your lips
say
"my very smile is a fissure of weakness."
Hey you!
Oh yes, you lovely soul.
Today, in ceramics class I made a cookie jar!
Eeeeek.
Honestly, Mayday's Terrible Things is breaking my heart in five different ways.
TIME FOR DAN + SHAY THEN.
Night sweets!
xo
Amanda
Written by
Amanda  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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