Aimee Amore

Princess.
Reader.
Writer.
Whore.
Quiet adorer of the semicolon.
Talents include: honing a sentence until it slides softly under your skin.

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Backward we traveled to reclaim the day
Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;
All we find are altars in decay
And profane words scrawled black across the sun.
-Sylvia Plath

Original SL birthday: 05/09/2012