when I die you will open up the little chest on the top of my shelf and you will dust off the letters i should have sent to you. should have, but didn't, i grew too ashamed of my rambling and running-ons and too afraid of people being dead by the time i actually sent it, so what was the point? i'm such a nihilist.
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- Liza Cain
- east of eden
- the only strand of communication between brother, sister, companion, lover, hater, observer is a two line telegram.
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send them, goodness.
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