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mismatched-misfits

Published: Jul 19, 2012

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_{she was born with arctic lips
and overcast skin.
her hair fell like fresh snow
and she was far too thin.
her bones in locked closets,
joints creaked and shrieked
like a rotten floorboard
under gossamer feet.}

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_{partially written in my a thought a day lifetime journal.
i'm just glad to finally have something to submit for you guys.}

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