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Twenty-three and skeptic. White teeth and red lips. Dirty-mouthed five foot seven countess. Thoughts so lush, so green. Intelligent but not unexciting. Scarred right hand by climbing up but wanting to know what falling feels like. Unhinged. Caught 4 out of 5 bouquets in weddings she's attended. Claimed it should be an Olympic sport. Breaks hearts like they are bones. The love of my life.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
Henrie, Heartache in a Sundress
Twenty-three and skeptic. White teeth and red lips. Dirty-mouthed five foot seven countess. Thoughts so lush, so green. Intelligent but not unexciting. Scarred right hand by climbing up but wanting to know what falling feels like. Unhinged. Caught 4 out of 5 bouquets in weddings she's attended. Claimed it should be an Olympic sport. Breaks hearts like they are bones. The love of my life.
--- I don't know how your brain works so well and if I did I might explode. Even if I could I don't think that I would want to decipher your series of codes. A lifetime of trouble but how could I not love you? ---
nyssa
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
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