twisted heart throbs. divergent. manipulative.
i apologize for my perpetual dream-mucked eyes.
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About Me
- zoe noelle smith
i'm a quiet girl who wanes with the moon.
patti smith, anaïs nin, joanna newsom & maya deren are my ladies, cohen my man, the avant-garde my obsession, and the blues my soul.
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- darlin', you don't mess with magic.
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