August 2011
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Under your skin the moon is alive: Once I cared... →
clavicola:
Once I cared for a man who grew up finding ways to fall in love with the glass wound on his ribcage. In it, he carried all of his pain, tucking it away between the stitches that never seemed to fade. He had understated eyes that were beautiful in their subtlety. Green, like the edge of spring…
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July 2011
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