Friday, September 24, 2010
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She's soakng it in through her pores and it's overflowing with golden ointment. She is forgetting. She is comfortably numb. Peace has become silver and apples are to die for. Trampolines are to jump on and people are to talk to. There aren't thoughts of blood and deathly faeries. Just the sun, pouring into her veins. Filling and overflowing.
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