flamingo_road @ 2010-12-05T11: 05:00
are not yet ready to leave this place. I think I deserve it. As the callus sull'anulare, like ink spilled on the page. I deserve everything is back like a boomerang, because it is mine. I keep it tight to not let me get away, because I will not even let him go. And write and write and write. My hands speak for me.
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