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dear jane, you never move and yet you move me. your jaded eyes and crimson lips tell me stories that no-one wants to hear. dear jane, you have terrifying mascara smears, leaving trails across the soft skin of your cheek covering crushed bones. dear jane, your twisted arms and splintered legs will never walk again but your story will travel the world. dear jane, rest in peace. not in pieces.