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a story of three first time she fell into him she read herself monotone... but made a point the next time to draw blood with pauses and sexton props. (i hope that don't scar.) confusion makes strange sleep mates, and soft kitty snores seem almost peaceful. it looked like suicide, that split personality, and smelled of oceans. explanations sound like fairy tales, though, even today, and it's pointless trying to rewrite them. i think that's gonna scar, what a shame. she once was beautiful.
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