

Her Name Was Summerbut she sighedHer Name Was Summer
(swooned) said, the cat scratches on my arms are signs that i love (you).
blowing bubble-gum faerie kisses out rolled-down windows with the sun (hot)
raining down on chlorine-blue pool eyes.
leaning over the sides of cars and feeling the burning (hot) metal lick her skin, winking with eyes too thick with mascara.
blowing bubble-gum faerie kisses and showing off slim stretched
(perfect) tanned skin, thighs spread just so.
the sun setting a
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i have moved my art to a website called uthtv.com. thank you.
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"Mother always told me; Never eat singing vegetables"
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Our hearts were made of the same
materials: paper, poppies,
a handful of stars.
my writing
my stock
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please sign the media carta
the exquisite corpse
how are you by the way?
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"Mother always told me; Never eat singing vegetables"
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Our hearts were made of the same
materials: paper, poppies,
a handful of stars.
my writing
my stock
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"Mother always told me; Never eat singing vegetables"
i think you're my friend's friend's sister.
hahah.
do you know kira? =/
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a picture's worth a thousand words.
and i'm quite fond of long conversations.
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