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I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.

Isaac Marion

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Seems
Watching
Spill
Soul
Deserve
Spills
Everything
Wall
Bare
Like
Move
Collecting
Memories
Walls
Talk
Lips
Plaster
Words
Warm
Plasters
Moving
Paint
Peel

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