shatterlines previously...
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we can subsist on the marrow of these dreams.

i am happiest when i'm not moving. beautiful bed. beautiful girl. i am my deepest when i'm reaching for your glass of wine on the nightstand. beautiful red. beautiful girl.

i am happiest during the evenings spent within arms and lovebreath. i can forget to trace the shatterlines of the bitter mirror with my tongue.

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