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snowman-flesh flutters across the threshold melting into the Jack-o-Lantern-Welcome-Mat disappearing faster than its supposed to; the door closes by an auto-piloted-hand while the other tugs at tangled earbud chords the little white knobs are dislodged, interrupting that song she has listened to 14 times today because when she falls in love with a song, she falls into each note and memorizes every single breath.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
the 18th day of Winter
snowman-flesh flutters across the threshold melting into the Jack-o-Lantern-Welcome-Mat disappearing faster than its supposed to; the door closes by an auto-piloted-hand while the other tugs at tangled earbud chords the little white knobs are dislodged, interrupting that song she has listened to 14 times today because when she falls in love with a song, she falls into each note and memorizes every single breath.
QuasiKaitlyn
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
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