if we spoke would our words hang in the air like flies, falling to the ground when forgotten? what if our thoughts grew out from us, branching infinitely and forever reaching for where they never could quite get to. what if my heart would leave prints in the patterned air, showing the trail of my life as it drifted and floated away from me.. what
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how else could you tie my head to the sky?
i love you more than---> eh, i give up.
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i can't concern myself with ordinary tripe
hmm. i love you -^-> to the moon- and..way more.
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you happen to be pretty damn amazing at that.
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xox ivana xox
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u r very talented
<3
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