poetry.
Beating heart in one hand and flashlight in the other. Tunneling out of my photo album with my bleeding finger nails as my shovel.
A VIOLIN AND CELLO CAN TEAR OUT MY HEART BETTER THAN ANY MACHINE EVER COULD.
Robots can't bleed. They don't have hearts. But you know, what do we know?
I have no English heart, although my mother might have one. I am ( Read more... )
A VIOLIN AND CELLO CAN TEAR OUT MY HEART BETTER THAN ANY MACHINE EVER COULD.
Robots can't bleed. They don't have hearts. But you know, what do we know?
I have no English heart, although my mother might have one. I am ( Read more... )
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i love you.
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i love you so much
pleaasseee come to RA
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