Sunday, June 21, 2009
damn, i wish i was your lover
and at some point you realise that it's now the ghost you love instead of the being. it's the precision of the incision and the shape of the scar that has become precious. i don't know what you're supposed to do once you know that. but the knowing, at least, is a relief.
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