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I hear static in my pulse.She wanted to tell him that if he stood beneath the winter sun, it was sometimes warmer than the summer breeze. That if she wasn’t in his arms, her heartbeat sounded like crackling static and intercepted signals. That without him, her smile seemed to dangle from tapering strings.I hear static in my pulse.
She wanted to, But she didn’t.
She wanted to tell him that the rat-tat-tat on the floorboards wasn’t marbles, but her sanity being spilled from a fractured basin. That his arms looked broken and disjointed around another woman. That she could stitch that gaping hole in his breast pocket.
She wanted to,
by =saNdAnGeLxox
She waited for the starsHe believed in the impossible. “Do you believe in magic?” I glanced at him. He was staring up at the ceiling. His crystalline eyes were like shattered glass on the pavement. It was a ridiculous question. “No.” It took him a few moments to answer. I watched the skin on his spackled fingers stretch across the bony joints like elastic. “I’ll get you to, one day.” - - -She waited for the stars
by =saNdAnGeLxox
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NeutralWould you like me to make a tutorial for painting faces (on my other account)?
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