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writings about
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moving forward
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she tied inspiration to a string, like pennies with holes cut in the center, & whispered to me that she was afraid. i smiled at her messy hair & guilty eyes, & i remembered the right thing to say, as if i had already lived this moment in a half-forgotten dream.

you are the only cliché he'll ever need.
ariana, 12/11/01

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