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has me crying like a baby. a soft scalloped hold over my arm bones that stretch into limbs that stretch into the person i love.
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memory binds you to shed skin, turns you into a dust mite. your new-skinned lover is sneezing, so i picked her hairpins off the floor and in between words i scratched at the prayers you left her in. one can only trust in soft eyes. when you saw her’s you ran away. you used to be beautiful. everything has to change “i am in love” or because no one is honest the truth is you came to hate everything you wanted when you had it. you used to be so beautiful, and the sun used to make the entire sky paper white. your heart was covered in moss, the angels closed your eyes and i only cared because they took you from her.
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