

the fluttered- a collectionithe fluttered- a collection
Hear my joints dislocate, coming apart at the notion of sunlight. It falls and it settles in pictures of loveliness, golden tree branches and hints of leaves; of autumn, of spring.
I am so tall in the water. My legs are never-ending, crooked lines of peachskin- watching my fingers draw out ripples until they strain and buckle and fall into the cool. Ill touch my toes and loop my figure and Ill make giant ripples, abhorring fallen leaves and sending shivers of blue through his legs.
Its a faded crimson red holding my breasts, tugging my hips and leaving my ribcage bare to the current.
you are not very active on here, loser.
YES YOU ARE.
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"What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything."
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If it's worth having, it won't come easy...
Unfortunately, most people these days don't know how to fight for what they want, and throw away priceless treasures by walking away like cowards.
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"What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything."
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"What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything."
And thank you! That's really sweet.
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"What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything."
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"What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything."
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