poison oak

[stolenthestars]

Maybe my phone is broken; the people I'd really like to get a hold of and see their faces and hug their necks i'm never able to. In exchange, I'm stuck with these words, sentences, and phrases of all sorts of convicted folk tales. After a night of frustration, of course I dream. My eyes close like bruised petals, when my heart and stomach then hold

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[_chameleon]

i owe you an apology.