things don't happen like they used to. it's not so much the taste as it is the digestion.
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vacant face stares off into the distance
- a bleeding heart gathers no sympathy
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
- hurdling towards the moon i arrive damp from the emotions that fester inside, boiling liquid from all directions but forward. empty promises filled to the rim with caloric intake. obsessively monitoring every inch of sustenance to come in contact with a mouth, pretty as sin
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