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#thevirginsuicides
i'm lost somewhere familar looking at ashy knees in bath suds with disdain rose petals sprinkled away have the loftiest abode have the airiest dresses, but i never had auburn tresses like hers i was charcoal in comparison one of the desert girls; candles flickered the way she'd bat her eyelashes bringing hands to my eyes i lie on the floor and i lie to them more a nightgown hangs the way the pale moon did carpet kissing my bare feet rosy knuckles grasping a storm the lake foams over in it's wake who saves you now
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
End Of The Line