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gilded butterflies can't fly
3.08.2010
the cold turns my skin red and makes my scars plopp out purple like bruises. my hands looks like someone elses. i want spring, it's easier.
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with dreams for a better tomorrow she puts her fingers to the keys and lets the boredom of a meaningless life speak her mind
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