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We Let the Projector Play on the Ceiling when we had Nothing Left to Say
We Let the Projector Play on the Ceiling when we had Nothing Left to Say
Notes
"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating." - Sylvia Plath, 'The Rival'
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