"She is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that."
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Wednesday, January 30, 2013
wind tunnels
wind tunnels through my hair; leaves levitate.
Morrissey murmers
murder
in my ears; no one else hears but i hear no one else.
is anything more beautiful? i don't know i just breathe in the sound
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