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[bonfiregirl]

To give me this energy. They are the author, and nothing will go wrong, no spelling or punctuation mistakes, only slight missunderstandings of grammar. The leaves will be born, the shade of brown that would reflect death, but continue to wait for ash in the familliar shade of red.
You are the receiving end of the phone with the circular dials. The ones you spin untill they heave. You are my new life.
This will be my last entry. My last public thought. I love you.