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A little life with Works and schemes And white hairs strangled in the snow Feathers more than choked I hope, Well oh **** help me... Let me go? Snow Callie. One Callie Cally-in-the-Spring. That's maybe what they'd call you Based on what your life could bring. So many names invented Based on hedgerows where you hide Tell me you're not lurking there - or tell me you're alive - Don't. I see you Em, and Em and maybe all besides I see you smile sadly and the lonely long low tides The waves crash on; I think I know - I see the way she smuggles much I know she smuggles something and yet never quite enough Break rocks and snap her feathers but maybe do not curl her locks For I know she's taking notes and her world will be made of rocks.
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
one girl (maybe)
A little life with Works and schemes And white hairs strangled in the snow Feathers more than choked I hope, Well oh **** help me... Let me go? Snow Callie. One Callie Cally-in-the-Spring. That's maybe what they'd call you Based on what your life could bring. So many names invented Based on hedgerows where you hide Tell me you're not lurking there - or tell me you're alive - Don't. I see you Em, and Em and maybe all besides I see you smile sadly and the lonely long low tides The waves crash on; I think I know - I see the way she smuggles much I know she smuggles something and yet never quite enough Break rocks and snap her feathers but maybe do not curl her locks For I know she's taking notes and her world will be made of rocks.
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blossom-yelia
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
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