i feel the corners of my mouth turning with hope and lust...a kind of hysteria rising inside me while these unstoppable useless reminders of my old life appear in the light and sleep like cold things from another place, another world... those words from that faraway dream casts me into deep reverie. who am i? a quiet rosemary fear that chants and
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I read every single one of them
Sorry I don't say much, but, your entries are sheets of pristine flat water, and I do not want to throw stones into them.
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Speak, if you will, to hear from you is lovely.
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wow..
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