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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations
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02.20.09

When I want to cry, I turn on Photobooth and click away. Then it's her, it's her, it's her. That's not me, just the image on the screen. All her sorrows locked behind her eyes.




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