I wanted to write 'stay' on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of salt. I hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. May the bouquet of your hips wither. May the wolves forget your name.


Lucky for those of us who are a bit too freaked out at the thought of getting a Big Chop, bangs will once again be the style to sport in

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