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I spent last night chastising stars with songs written in dust and playing on spurts, blooming like I clean the attic. This morning is a ragged black tooth ache sky, and cups of coffee are nestled safely in me like a grave. Shadows are unfolding on the highway and prayed to in distant heaven like we could have a bird’s nailed to our feet.
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I don't like it though. :x
Posted on: Jan 12th 2012, 7:16:35pm
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hi hi hi hi
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Posted on: Jan 11th 2012, 7:12:24pm