February 2012
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locket
she held all of his secrets in a locket around her neck.
that bloody, filthy locket,
roped with poison and barbwire.
it held her down, it kept her still.
soaked in gasoline,
ready to be set on fire.
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and then the silence sat with its crooked smile,...
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once i scraped my knee in 3rd grade and a weird girl who was obsessed with horses was like “hold on” then she started crying and dropped tears on my knee then she was like “pegasus tears heal wounds”
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I just want my own Peeta
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