__i keep adding notes to my hands that i refuse to forget. i cry at silly pictures and hate the cold in my toes. my touch is tainted with dark swirls and spirals, and my mouth spouts lies and half-truths and wishes that i want so much to be reality. i torture myself, watching the ashes fall from fingers that i've stained with my time in all your
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heart-stirring,
awe-inspiring,
just absolutely moving.
I love it.
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