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346 · Apr 2015
3.
Chloe Apr 2015
3.
Ruby, ruby, I dream of your lips
Words like smoke and fire
Kiss me soft and sweet my dear
You are all I desire
writing doodles
333 · Apr 2015
5.
Chloe Apr 2015
5.
And I wish the words grew out of my skin
Not from my head to my mouth to my hands to a pen
Blurred thoughts taste better in dark ink
Than in spirals blooming from my head
writing doodles
(don't like this one too much but oh well)

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