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she appears composed, so she is i suppose.

completely invisible.

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my heart is a fiery pomegranate
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Monsters cannot be announced.
One cannot say: 'here are our monsters', without immediately turning the monsters into pets.
- Jacques Derrida


this is a journal filled with true stories disguised as fiction or whispered through poetry. my entries are public; i only friend artistic journals since i'm not on LJ as often as i used to be.

reading these quotes and poems of mine and others' (memories!) should give you a messy portrait of me.

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She breathed hot air into the snow to see if she could
reflect some charge somewhere, distribute her passion
into something just to see a sign that her enormous
feelings were not just an illusion, but a truth of sorts.
- Emma Magenta


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