I tear out pages from leather bound books wrapped in gold of Plath, Frost, and sometimes Poe. I stick them to the walls with kisses coiled with tears. I line up their words to make pretty sentences.
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I tear out pages from leather bound books wrapped in gold of Plath, Frost, and sometimes Poe. I stick them to the walls with kisses coiled with tears. I line up their words to make pretty sentences.
Forevermore
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