Wing of bat, feet of crow, pinch of dead boy
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"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
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Dec 2009
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