Swollen

spun in white clouded winged affections as we glide over an atmousphere and you are no longer in haste from the world

spun in white clouded winged affections as we glide over an atmousphere and you are no longer in haste from the world

little language spoken through your eyes were the last words ever uttered lies, to leave a lasting took that mauled and gauged and never arouse unsought of stollen looks.

little language spoken through your eyes were the last words ever uttered lies, to leave a lasting took that mauled and gauged and never arouse unsought of stollen looks.

07.10.10

07.10.10

i kill myself in small amounts

i kill myself in small amounts

02.10.10

02.10.10

29.09.10

29.09.10

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

This too shall pass. I am Sixteen and fretfull

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