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She’s a tragic prodigy of her time, hammered nails and spring posies Playing peek-a-boo to keep the cards from running out Beautifully highstrung forming charts out of tomorrow Ghosting sunsets waking up with clubs and spades What is the the horizon but a roll of the dice, 1’s and 5’s She’s cloaked with grey roses spun out of lace Stars tell the future reflected in the dewdrops resting on her pillow Fashionably awkward and impeccably immaculate Swansong embodied
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
For the forgotten woman.
She’s a tragic prodigy of her time, hammered nails and spring posies Playing peek-a-boo to keep the cards from running out Beautifully highstrung forming charts out of tomorrow Ghosting sunsets waking up with clubs and spades What is the the horizon but a roll of the dice, 1’s and 5’s She’s cloaked with grey roses spun out of lace Stars tell the future reflected in the dewdrops resting on her pillow Fashionably awkward and impeccably immaculate Swansong embodied
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
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