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I've become accustomed to sending her letters of I love you and pressed flower petals between pages I call ribs My powdered heart is so fine you'd think i wouldn't be able to find the bits She brought her delicate finger tips to press against it I told her of a treasure i had found on my bedroom floor trying lure my skeleton from it's sacred slumber She said she needed a knight on her quest to free her princess bones so I said yes We battled sleep demons with pillow underbellies to tell eachother our calorie counts I promise we're not sick just as lovely as it gets
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Pressed flower petals
I've become accustomed to sending her letters of I love you and pressed flower petals between pages I call ribs My powdered heart is so fine you'd think i wouldn't be able to find the bits She brought her delicate finger tips to press against it I told her of a treasure i had found on my bedroom floor trying lure my skeleton from it's sacred slumber She said she needed a knight on her quest to free her princess bones so I said yes We battled sleep demons with pillow underbellies to tell eachother our calorie counts I promise we're not sick just as lovely as it gets
-A friend
Prettygirl
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
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