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She yelled things I knew she only ever thought of saying; floated over like magic to make me aware of my..

Je ne sais pas Falling feathers float down: bantam girls with phantom curls, floating feathers fall up. Black tar to parched stars, ashen..

Je suis une femme, jolie dans mon masque mais marquée dessous. A part of me liked the way He hurt me- a burningsearinggripping desire in Hi..

Hoar/hoarse/horse/w****s. The boy who sat next to me on the train had bright blue eyes and complimented my hair. He was the sort of gelled New ..

I left my card: "Pour mon homme dans la lune. Votre enfant du tonnerre," and in my big afterthought handwriting, "love, Bella." ..

The sun! The sun! I was very much in love with an abusive swine and the boy who lived in his head. I am pleased to say that I have matured. I'..

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