August 2011
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e. gup: he(art) →
wordgup:
your hands were always my favorite part of you. like a sculptor, i had visions of you molding something out of my broken wayward heart, turning it into something more beautiful.
we were art and artists, you and i. pulling ourselves together and tearing each other apart; pulling each other together and tearing ourselves apart. we were Gaudi-esque, dancing away from...