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I write stories on my sleeve Silent novels carved into my arm Quick Sometimes d r a g g e d out All melancholy with the hope for happiness. The different variety of length is on me. I am a library, My words are written for the public to see, Shelves upon shelves, displaying biographies of my tragedies. But my stories result in cliffhangers when I roll down my sleeve.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Library.
I write stories on my sleeve Silent novels carved into my arm Quick Sometimes d r a g g e d out All melancholy with the hope for happiness. The different variety of length is on me. I am a library, My words are written for the public to see, Shelves upon shelves, displaying biographies of my tragedies. But my stories result in cliffhangers when I roll down my sleeve.
Written 5/2/17
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sarahrh
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sarahrh
27/F
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
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