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Your bloody knees and her bleached blond hair, Hanging over a book, in a way, that way, Remind [you / me] of a sparkling day. I resent it completely, I know I can never have it back. ----- Tattoos, I could stare at the back of your neck forever. "Who's fault is it then, mine?" I read it and thought about the irony and even more serendipity, Pushing the hair out of my eyes the way I always wanted to. The first minute living in Her Brand New Skin Let me realize how you are never there. Not even now, when I see almost half, are you really anywhere at all. ===== Only to me
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