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These walls are made of hapless imaginings, paper and ink. a word is a word is a word Context. context Folded, filed, arranged, paper and ink. not concrete not diamond In each story we love we find ourselves. yourself Today you told me you were hopeless, paper and ink, darling, paper and ink.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
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These walls are made of hapless imaginings, paper and ink. a word is a word is a word Context. context Folded, filed, arranged, paper and ink. not concrete not diamond In each story we love we find ourselves. yourself Today you told me you were hopeless, paper and ink, darling, paper and ink.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
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