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Monday, November 15, 2010

salt

No lips, don't make a sound
Don't let him hear the break in your voice
Hand, let go of his with ease and grace
Don't let him bleed under your nails


from Hold Heart by Emiliana Torrini
Posted by lillian at 3:54 PM
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Labels: fear, love, silence, tears, words
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