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This graveyard day is beautiful and I can see it all as the sun shines off her bones. A carved stone theater for us, and us alone. We watched as the graveyard danced and light came through their hallow faces. Sticks and stones may have broken their bones, but your words are the ones that hurt me.
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
graveyard.
This graveyard day is beautiful and I can see it all as the sun shines off her bones. A carved stone theater for us, and us alone. We watched as the graveyard danced and light came through their hallow faces. Sticks and stones may have broken their bones, but your words are the ones that hurt me.
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Jul 29, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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