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white lace and fishnet stockings, baby soft lips and wide green eyes. she ain't naive, she's resourceful, using what God gave her. burns cigarettes like incense, just to make dust fall on the shiny redwood dresser, float like ghosts in the air. it's how she knows ghosts are real—how she knows she's real.
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
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white lace and fishnet stockings, baby soft lips and wide green eyes. she ain't naive, she's resourceful, using what God gave her. burns cigarettes like incense, just to make dust fall on the shiny redwood dresser, float like ghosts in the air. it's how she knows ghosts are real—how she knows she's real.
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
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