bring it back.

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i can enter, now, age of paranoia. let it sweep under the lids of my eyes and let the brows furrow in concentration.












pardon the discoloration and the amorphous wail of shadows in this picture that i'm giving to you now.





looking at the way the sun lightens your lips and can't help but think they look better in the dark.




mistake number five.
this will be that summer.






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