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[amy_acup]

at the end of an evening where all veins have burst,
my memory is dead.
the fears and wrongs are lounging; grinning,
and fierce buzzings rise of angry bees.

ps. im working hard not to repeatt my letters.

Comments

[ghost4104]

i love thhat postt elise, itss pretty

[amy_acup]

thankss pumpkin.