

a crate of starstogether we explore my innards on the screen. she plots the coursea crate of stars
and, See, here's your pancreas,
your spleen, she chats, and this is the outline of your liver.
I watch my abdomen appear, ghost shapes float haloed flickering like neon signs. I expect the red sea I expect to understand exactly what I meant I expect incense
sticks and reeds at the side of a lake. I expect your voice, Hello, operator? Could you tell me such-and-such's number, I think she lives at so-and-so. I expect hands still sticky with warm blood and eye sockets
Lady Frost
Decarabia
Thanks for the
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Lyzie
* Hop hop hop *
Forget the flower and follow me^^
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Myspace.
Good luck for your DA.
See you
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Lyzie
* Hop hop hop *
Forget the flower and follow me^^
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