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I’ve got splinters in my smile from where supporting beams were yanked away lips tumbling to the ground. Crashing into a pile of cracked words and rotting promises that they whispered into my mouth. Come along and walk past the ******* compiled from pieces of frontal lobes and broken vocal cords unable to ever remember the vibrations that once worked as a fireplace heating the soul. But I invite you to rebuild. Be my master builder.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
Master Builder // Corner stones
I’ve got splinters in my smile from where supporting beams were yanked away lips tumbling to the ground. Crashing into a pile of cracked words and rotting promises that they whispered into my mouth. Come along and walk past the ******* compiled from pieces of frontal lobes and broken vocal cords unable to ever remember the vibrations that once worked as a fireplace heating the soul. But I invite you to rebuild. Be my master builder.
brielle-byrne
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
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