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05.19.03::23:14 lovely how things work out this way, no? writing for the sake of writing, this lovely hole in the ground has never been a better bed.
& warm words covering me &i can't breathe. asphyxia keeps me coming back, such a powerful, potent drug. angel, where did you go? so soon you've vacated me, voided me, but yr neverevervoice will always blaze up and down my flesh. never again will i be a slave to yr grammar ? its only ever been paper; &i can't get enough of these matches. try. try. try. necromancy. |