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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Friday, October 13
I want to talk, I need to talk. Anyone, someone, noone. This sounds too e.e.cummings. I like his work, but not the imitation of it. Too falsified.

Nobody loves me, nobody cares,
Nobody gives me apples and pears.

My favourite childhood poem; I never bothered with the subsequent lines which were a huge disappointment.

Things aren't good. Or at least, it's hard to constantly pretend. I hate you i hate you i hate you. Three people. Love and hate.

Zebras, you're being exchanged for boob implants. Goodbye.


11:55:00 pm


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