"She is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that."
Thursday, September 29, 2011
by addams
the afternoon sun filtered faintly through the trees and resonated under my feet. watching the lace patterns slip into cracks in the concrete was when i heard it: rippling over the land, the October wind. it whispered in a language i couldn't decipher and proceeded to spin spiderwebs in my hair.
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