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How many people have you let read the words printed on your heart the chapter monologues tattooed on your lungs, to dog-ear the pages of yourself where they stopped but promised to begin again, spilled hot coffee in the middle and stained the title. I'm not entirely sure if anyone has read the prologue, did you know who it was dedicated to? Oh, but you lost me behind your bed, a good read, no doubt, but I am long with many pages. Maybe someday you say, maybe someday.
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
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How many people have you let read the words printed on your heart the chapter monologues tattooed on your lungs, to dog-ear the pages of yourself where they stopped but promised to begin again, spilled hot coffee in the middle and stained the title. I'm not entirely sure if anyone has read the prologue, did you know who it was dedicated to? Oh, but you lost me behind your bed, a good read, no doubt, but I am long with many pages. Maybe someday you say, maybe someday.
(c) Brooke Otto
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
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