Almost ghost girl haunted by no modern romance, and it’s just the fairies revenge, you say, chasing each other in a sorta fairytale spun in a city without stars. mulhollandshine reflected in a little girl’s looking glass (we see everything through a teardrop glass, darkly).
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[yourealwaysmorethanyouthinkyouare]
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I'm a little buttercup in my yellow nightie / eating my eight loaves in a row / and in a certain order as in / the laying on of hands / or the black sacrament. (but i cant write like her. . . :X) thankyouthough, missramshackle. :D
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"and i. . . told the stars my questions
and thought God could really see
the heat and the painted light,
elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight." -anne sexton
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i fell in love with your username. and giggled at your icon. :)
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