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HandsHere are my hands. "Finally," you say. Finally.Hands
I am the definition of weakness. Faulty faith. Shattering heart. Restless ways. When did numbness become a normal feeling? I am a phantom in my own flesh.
A phasing day with no moon to look forward to.
And I am fake. I am so fake. I am bleeding lies through a smile That's cracking in the corners. Throwing my thoughts onto strangers.
Confiding in pages instead of people. Too scared to trust a friend. Too scared to trust in you.
And my lips, they work like wine,
Tryin
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- Current Residence: Arkansas
- Interests: Photography, art, poetry, and anything else that involves expression
- Favourite movie: Atonement, Brick, and The Painted Veil
- Favourite band or musician: Iron and Wine, Damien Rice, and Nickel Creek
- Favourite genre of music: Anything mellow, romantic, and hypnotic
- Favourite poet or writer: Poets - Ezra Pound, John Donne, Lewis Carroll
- Skin of choice: Warm and naked
- Favourite game: Mouse Trap
- Personal Quote: Mentally, the Romantics prefer feeling to thought...imagination to literal common sense - Rousseau
- Tools of the Trade: A camera and paintbrush do me well
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