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[hotwire_myheart]

some love is like garbage, with ground up piles of onion peals and shredded garlic at the bottom of your hefty bag. &some love accumulates with moldy coffee grinds and used tissues, it sits there &waits for some one else to throw the trash. the family ominously sorts through the elements of the scraps, &while this process is poignant, is rarely

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[purplefizzygirl]

i'll take irridescent poignancy over cellophane scraps