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The pavement was slippery, and everything fell through. The glass was tainted, and I could not see through its imaginary existence. The glass lies and tells me things I tried to forget a few years: remember me, remember something that we painted with black ink and the mascara is smeared.
» Posted By Elena Larson On 11.28.2011 @ 10:51 am