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11 days ago
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had i managed to the pull the fingers from my spine i would have found flowers flowers wreathed in angels tears when their mouths were solemn By bluness http://bluness.tumblr.com/post/164018281710/h...
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anonAnonymously Published Stories
11 days ago
So we danced
And I dedicated duets to you lying in the middle of the floor, staring into the ceiling. Something you told me to do when things got tough. I’m feeling inadequate. Not with love, I am happy with my lo...
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anonAnonymously Published Stories
11 days ago
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Lilting edge of mania bubbling against the tilt of grate and fate alike. It shouldn’t tickle excitement to the tips of her fingers, shouldn’t round the corners and chase the last of her sanity down to...
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anonAnonymously Published Stories
11 days ago
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had i managed to the pull the fingers from my spine i would have found flowers flowers wreathed in angels tears when their mouths were solemn By bluness http://bluness.tumblr.com/post/164018281710/h...
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anonAnonymously Published Stories
11 days ago
So we danced
And I dedicated duets to you lying in the middle of the floor, staring into the ceiling. Something you told me to do when things got tough. I’m feeling inadequate. Not with love, I am happy with my lo...
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anonAnonymously Published Stories
11 days ago
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had i managed to the pull the fingers from my spine i would have found flowers flowers wreathed in angels tears when their mouths were solemn By bluness http://bluness.tumblr.com/post/164018281710/h...
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anonAnonymously Published Stories
8 days ago
So we danced
And I dedicated duets to you lying in the middle of the floor, staring into the ceiling. Something you told me to do when things got tough. I’m feeling inadequate. Not with love, I am happy with my lo...
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6 days ago
So we danced
And I dedicated duets to you lying in the middle of the floor, staring into the ceiling. Something you told me to do when things got tough. I’m feeling inadequate. Not with love, I am happy with my lo...
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4 days ago
So we danced
And I dedicated duets to you lying in the middle of the floor, staring into the ceiling. Something you told me to do when things got tough. I’m feeling inadequate. Not with love, I am happy with my lo...
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On Monday, I wondered if maybe he was punching the boy to the rhythm of the train’s syncopated beat. The boy always wore dark clothes, so I called him the crow. He was a bit of a fat crow. And on that...
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