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Of memories.And so, I sit Whilst heartbeats, vibrate in my chest. Some linger longer, dampening the rest. A sad song in the distance, Creeping through the windows sill Like a cold breeze that makes me shiver. No tepid memories are allowed to flow. There, coldness stays on the weak to growOf memories.
I sit, and sew… To repair these memories torn at the seams. Not as one would think, of mending jeans. But tending the ‘what if’s, Minding the slightest of faults Wishing, and hoping for the perfect fit. Somewhere in the distance I hear the needle, Stop.
by ~paxtopher
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- Current Residence: A place between here and there.
- Interests: Music, people, life, love: you.
- Favourite band or musician: Catch 22 (Streetlight Manifesto)
- Favourite genre of music: Ska, to anything.
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali' <4
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How've you been bby.
oh.
It's Priscilla by the way.
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Please don't tell me that I'm dreaming...
I love you baby!
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Einmal ist Keinmal!
Oh the things I could achieve if only I had a Monocle..
First comment.
Can't wait to +fav your stuff.
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