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He was real. Made of blood. Made of bones. I shut my eyes to see more clearly. The illegitimate legitimizing of a woman. I tasted salt and a cold body. You tasted regret and a sleeping beauty.
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
Seventeen
He was real. Made of blood. Made of bones. I shut my eyes to see more clearly. The illegitimate legitimizing of a woman. I tasted salt and a cold body. You tasted regret and a sleeping beauty.
amanda-bianchi
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
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