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About Me"I loved him the way it feels when you get hot wax on the inside of your wrist and while it's burning, just as sudden, it's a cool thick skin. Like it tastes to eat sweet snow, above the daffodil bulbs- not that I've ever found it, but clean snow that melts to nothing on the heat of your tongue so that you aren't even sure it was ever there" - Francesca Lia Block |
