basorexia_

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basorexia_

“When he told her
          that her voice sounded like earl grey tea
          and her laugh like manic pencil scratches;
          that he always drew out the pattern of her freckles on restaurant napkins;
          that she was the princess 
          he told his little sister bedtime stories about;
          that her eyelashes looked pretty when she cried;
          his voice trembled like a violin string
          and she cracked like the spine of a book.”