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I'm nothing but a girl who had a knack for writing, and ruined it.

23.2.12

Washington

To sleep is simply to soar,
A shadow of a vision in my head,
Makes me feel mad in my skin,
What you see will go,
And beauty must one day leave,
Gorgeous sun,
Slither, not shake,
When you sleep,
Remember to dream

Apple Sauce

Pen to paper
And fingers to glass
Hope will come
And talent will pass
I still don't eat liver
And I still don't eat brain
No more cells left to sell
Too plain
Too insane