And she lolls those olive eyes round those shoulders, she makes up her fancy in fingerpaints. She has been touched in brushes, random and unaccounted for. There's been one sky over another, like layers of sheets, she has been climbing through them, she has been hoping for an opening, she has been twisting in blisters and popping her limbs until
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Yeah, send me emails instead of livejournal posts!
I hope you can visit soon, too. We'll have to discuss that, soon.
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