The people that had entirely
- but not-
forgotten her had begun to worry.
They found her delusional because her reality was of a such clearer one than their own.
She ignored them all, armed with a smile that grew every time she lit the fashion magazines on fire.
If only watch it burn and see the girls turn into the smoke that drifted to touch the moon.
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Poesia"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger...
