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goosebumps my skin belongs on yours there are valleys taut ‘tween zygoma and mandible, mountains burying themselves in their own light waiting, for a shadow from a ghost *I was never here but goosebumps, darling. my skin belongs on yours.*
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
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goosebumps my skin belongs on yours there are valleys taut ‘tween zygoma and mandible, mountains burying themselves in their own light waiting, for a shadow from a ghost *I was never here but goosebumps, darling. my skin belongs on yours.*
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
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