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i shout orange kisses into your sky hoping for some response brown leaf whirpools the only audible answer. grey clouds hang quietly on the line; dead roses make fine garlands for this feeling of unbelonging.
begin forwarded message »
i shout orange kisses into your sky hoping for some response brown leaf whirpools the only audible answer. grey clouds hang quietly on the line; dead roses make fine garlands for this feeling of unbelonging.
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Wow. This is poignantly powerful.
I *so* recognize the feelings here.
Nice writing, dear one :-)