i don't want a revolution.

[stolenthestars]

In my dream.

With the rotting wood and my broken locket, outside of the basement bathroom window, i was hiding the matches and cursive letters that i once gripped comfortably in my hands. then in a sudden swoop i found my head in an old linen pillowcase. the linen was smelling of french liquor and the sweat of some old 20th century suffergets. and

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[stolenthestars]

yeah, sure.