

harlequinthis is how it is:harlequin
he is sketched out on paper and roughly given proportions. he has raspberry red lips, feathery strands of hair and long, scratched up fingers.


no titleshes a human. or perhaps a clock, shes not sure.no title
she is scribbled out with charcoal and her hands are holding small, pink elephants and a sun. sometimes she finds old post-it notes that still have the faint smell of fall and umbrellas, and hidden rainbows behind curtains.
she has dry lips that taste a little bit like salt and she wishes her name was
november. she spends too much time sitting on fourth floor making sandcastles in the sky. she is a comma. she wants a tree in her bed but instead she has a
cactus. she is soft arms and small teeth, small


friday the 13th1friday the 13th
the smell of waffles is written on post-it notes and glued up on the walls
she smiles, though her eyes are cloudy, and she thinks that maybe
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with a voice made by the flu, she sings loud and hoarse,
grinning as she realizes her audience is the dirty dishes and she feels that perhaps
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she turns up the music till she cant think and the world is gone
she lets the notes rest on her shoulders, wondering if
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she wipes
stone-tree
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manchmal sind die dinge gar nicht so, wie man sichs vorgestellt hat, sondern besser.
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"Van Gogh kept painting himself because he was the only model he had."
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