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I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.

Francesca Lia Block

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Francesca Lia Block
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: January 3
Editor
Novelist
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LA
California
Songs
Hear
Eyes
Eye
Song
Hands
Unrequited
Flowers
Flower

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