I'm an open book in a closed room. — Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: a book of poetry for glass hearts
I'm an open book in a closed room. — Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: a book of poetry for glass hearts
I'm an open book in a closed room. — Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: a book of poetry for glass hearts
I'm an open book in a closed room. — Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: a book of poetry for glass hearts
I'm an open book in a closed room. — Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: a book of poetry for glass hearts
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I'm an open book in a closed room.

— Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: a book of poetry for glass hearts
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