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May 11, 2010
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siren song
my heart breaksspilling over itself like snowthe feathers reignas I teethe my sadnessin pillowed talk take only what you mustI am vulgar and frail wade herein savage poolsof midnight oilwhere we wasted away
— theladyblue, May 11, 2010
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Moshhalo
16 years ago
It amazes me how deep you
theladyblue
16 years ago
inspiration is subjective...
Beauregard
16 years ago
Emarie!
theladyblue
16 years ago
My Dear Little Kelsey...
Beauregard
16 years ago
you're welcome :)
theladyblue
16 years ago
more than a handful...
weirdelf
16 years ago
I'm honoured to share these pages with you,
theladyblue
16 years ago
Jess
pleiades
16 years ago
line 5… i keep reading
theladyblue
16 years ago
Pleiades...
pleiades
16 years ago
ye gads! a pillow
Esker
16 years ago
where