

You bound our spines.It was summer. He braided daisy chains and called them flowers; she tangled words and called them speech. I was the only one who knew the truth; that the thin lines of cellulose that run beneath the tender skin of a leaf are not so different from the veins of blood and sentiment that pulse through syllables as they smack against your teeth.You bound our spines.
I was the weaver. To the art of his flower arranging, I added in her words, until it was no longer clear whose work was whose. I taught her poetry, and he taught me composition. She taught nothing in particular --exc
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that's right i know you evil plan
because I'm the one who planted it in to your brain it was all me mwhahahahaha
cough cough
but for real *giggle giggle**
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A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before
A hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back door
With nothing left to think I\'ll probably sit around and ignore
The apathy that always leads me
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Remember, remember the fifth of November
V for Vendetta
How are you?
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