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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
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More in new stuff ink and greenmore confusion is all i need
it was beautiful
muted light and green eyes beer spills held-breaths delicate lies these cold fingers trace black swirls and angel wings teeth in my shoulder hand against lace arched-back whispers mornings of regret he has become something more than his reality and I'm so sorry but I think I have ruined everything for green eyes and a soft tongue trace against my thigh tangled limbs red satin lips pressed against stars etch myself with his half-moon scars  Anstey - This is tender, delicate and sad. I think there are a few rough spots, but on the whole, I very much like it. The one spot that really tripped me was the lack of transition into the last stanza. THat might just be me being a bad audience..but still. you should know it happened to me. (so you can mock me)
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