Aug 28, 2007 22:32
The wooden boy, figment made of shards of glass
stacked, loved and cried upon
wished for and left wanting
the girl who'd love the wooden boy, queen of a house of cards
beautiful mess. breathtaking
left longing, aching for something dark and real
I dont know how to finish this. I'll come back to it.
It made a hole and its my fault
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Hope to catch up soon!
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come sing with me fuckerrrrrrrr!
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come.
now!
ps // yes, i'm pouting.
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