But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks. The shoes are for dancing, not running away.
Francesca Lia BlockMorning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
Francesca Lia Blocki could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't.
Francesca Lia BlockYou always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn’t go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.
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