We all have these little pieces of us, those insane fragments of confusion that linger underneath our skin that we don’t want anybody to see because we’re worried that maybe it’ll be too much maybe you won’t like me maybe I’m not good enough maybe maybe maybe. We’re all collages of the things people make of us and it’s sad because you never truly know someone until you really know them.
The Piano is Not Firewood Yet
I am The Star Thief. My pockets are illuminated by their light.Find me in dark corners: kissing cats and bleeding prose.
"How about a kiss, saumensch?"
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