the flesh of her lips taste like the water on a flower petal. fre sh, deli cat and em pt y. her hair reminds me of thick black yarn, that if i could, i would make a warm scarf out of - to keep her veiny throat warm and protected from all the thirsty vampires who wanted a taste. she buried all my faerie fantasies with her when she drowned in the
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i would completely buy ur book then knock on ur door for u to autograph it! ha ha
ur words inspire me.
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i wish they were good enough for books.
gracias.
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