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I made chicken soup in August. The timing is terrible, but you should still try a bowl. When you go home, tell your parents what I said: You look better in a prom dress then you ever could in a wedding gown. Let's bury this corpse underneath a church hearse and all. If you steal a carnation to hang like an icicle in your bedroom, I'll never tell a soul. Our war kept us safe from the dungeons of autonomous thought. Now every time I step outside, my summer skin feels like winter.
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Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
The Day After A Hurricane
I made chicken soup in August. The timing is terrible, but you should still try a bowl. When you go home, tell your parents what I said: You look better in a prom dress then you ever could in a wedding gown. Let's bury this corpse underneath a church hearse and all. If you steal a carnation to hang like an icicle in your bedroom, I'll never tell a soul. Our war kept us safe from the dungeons of autonomous thought. Now every time I step outside, my summer skin feels like winter.
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Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
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