Monday, October 27, 2014

des points blancs, points sombres

october's almost gone, autumn fall's into winter too soon, it's cold till the bones, i wish flowers would stay alive longer in my room, i wish i could keep all of them forever, i love my marble screensaver, i admire how each inch of green is poetic and curved, like my hips, only mine's still have a long way till their scale of beauty and i have the desire again to write and (hopefully) receive more and more sincere and simple letters.

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