the fresh year rings between pigtails, lopsided.
heart sillystrings hoist mud up an old tree.
my hands are cold.
reset.
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posted by brooke @ 9:55 AM
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EschatoLogic
1.02.2007
the fresh year rings between pigtails, lopsided.
heart sillystrings hoist mud up an old tree.
my hands are cold.
reset.
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