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if our souls touch, the sun collapses between us and light beams crash down our throats like victorian chandeliers. we’re drowning, drowning in lemon-thick shells that are too inaudible to break. you never taught me how to swim and now i can’t brea–

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rachelle-bromley

Published: Dec 5, 2010
LinesWords: 1843

Notes: march 2010.

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