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She Did Tell.

Kill-Natalie

Published: Oct 28, 2012

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^{Visual version of my poem "She Did Tell". Everyone on tumblr liked this so here it is.

Edit: I have no idea how this became so popular. Thanks everyone, you're lovely.

This poem is also in my book, Organ Grinder. You should get it.}

Image size

1024x768px 164.28 KB

Make

NIKON

Model

E995

Shutter Speed

10/5592 second

Aperture

F/8.0

Focal Length

10 mm

ISO Speed

100

Date Taken

Sep 13, 2002, 1:45:38 PM

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emilyanne125

Nov 23, 2013

Dear Kill-Natalie,

I can't even tell you how much I love this poem. I use it often (and credit you of course). I feel like a hipster/pretentious idiot, but this poem really speaks to me. It feels like you wrote it just for me. I hope every one else gets this feeling too. Thank you for sharing your talent. Would it be ok if I got part of it tattooed on me?

Thanks,

Emily <3

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