Amy Lipkin
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elvis presley is my dead celebrity boyfriend approximate elvis: my dad used dixie peach brilliantine to shine his elvis pompadour he still has a can, rusted shut behind the mirror we can’t go on together with someone really needs to do a punk rock version of suspicious minds my nails are growing i stopped biting them i miss it i don’t know) what to do about my love life our relationship white on white i know a secret place once, when i was twelve, |