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And when I go that way, grow fur, start howling, scratch at your airwaves: no matter who I claim I am or how I love you, turn the key. Bar the window.
Mirages, you decide: everything was never.
Don’t look behind, they say: You’ll turn to salt.
I can remember buying it and you can remember that I once remembered: I remembered something for you.
Princess Clothing
This is my favorite poem so far
They’re setting a bad example. Get out the stones.
Hair. So controversial.
Please, keep your clothes on. They exist for a reason:
