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his skin was paper and her blood was watercolor paint. he slept with peas beneath his mattress but felt pins in his spine, while she feels that dreaming in color is a waste of her time. she sleeps with the pauper while the peeping toms look from the rafters in the half moon sky. he still remembers Polaroid pictures and watching the news while mom and dad snoozed on paper sofas in a house of cards with cardboard walls. and he left it all for a girl whose aunt was killed by a drunk driver in a parking lot.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
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his skin was paper and her blood was watercolor paint. he slept with peas beneath his mattress but felt pins in his spine, while she feels that dreaming in color is a waste of her time. she sleeps with the pauper while the peeping toms look from the rafters in the half moon sky. he still remembers Polaroid pictures and watching the news while mom and dad snoozed on paper sofas in a house of cards with cardboard walls. and he left it all for a girl whose aunt was killed by a drunk driver in a parking lot.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
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