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hey, you know, i think there’s a terrarium under my skin. i can feel the blossoming moss vein deep, where none may tread but ghosts, politely marveling at freckle constellations and asking time-old questions like “do you think god knows we’re here?” (thats what i think about, when you scold me; “does god know i’m here?”)
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
little mysteries for big kids
hey, you know, i think there’s a terrarium under my skin. i can feel the blossoming moss vein deep, where none may tread but ghosts, politely marveling at freckle constellations and asking time-old questions like “do you think god knows we’re here?” (thats what i think about, when you scold me; “does god know i’m here?”)
remy
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
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