the flowers in my veins have withered,
and the musky smell inside my head
reminds me of my grandfather's attic,
filled with shoeboxes of photographs and heirlooms;
all of the memories and none of the warmth.
and the musky smell inside my head
reminds me of my grandfather's attic,
filled with shoeboxes of photographs and heirlooms;
all of the memories and none of the warmth.
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*Pierre-Auguste*
1 decade ago
So, Locas (boywonderwho) and I were talking about this earlier and we both love it so much but we can't think of adequate compliments so I'll just tell you that that ending sentence gave Locas chest pains.
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hyperion*
1 decade ago
So when I read that comment I was on the bus riding home from school and I pretty much fell out of my seat. That's means so, so much; especially coming from the two of you and two of my favorite accounts/people here. Thank you so much wow.
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