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Nov 2014
she had pots of blooming sunflowers on her windowsill and she bathed in hot baths of green tea
every night she prayed to the moon that it would stay a little longer past his curfew.
celestial bodies hung from her ears and her dainty wrists and she painted the outline of her veins with watercolor
Jewel Tiara
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