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saintedmad
saintedmad 07 Nov 2017 Tag: lifelike

A words are terribly pretty

so cry in you no one is god she sits in grey wind wondering how the world still knows she is alive, or dead? the fumes of old nocturnes smoke demons in familiar twists. she hums nothing well... good:: the same russian doll or christ like cull. she told herself none or all of...

saintedmad
saintedmad 22 Jan 2016 Tag: lifelike

A so she took the vow of absolute insanity

she must brush her hair like the strange terrible things do; *someone somewhere speaks about how the bugs crawl like some girls across the floor and into his cloud hands so he collects them, with pins, labels which ones are pretty and which ones no one will notice if they...

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