monsieur dee. |
you were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. but the way i saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew : francesca lia block, wasteland
jomel c.
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