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I Remember YouThe way I liked to feel the dragon tattoo on your arm with my fingertip because it was bumpy, and because I was flirting with you. The way your head tilted down and to the side just a bit when you smiled that sweet, little boy smile that lit up your eyes. Your beautiful, golden hair that grew long until Frank talked you into shaving bald. The warm, delicious feeling that radiated from my toes when you wrapped your arms around me and hugged me just tight enough. The scent of your cool skin in the morning while we cuddled and lingered, not wanting to get up. The way we laughed while drinking shots of Tequila and how concerned you were when I fell, cutting my eyelid; the look of worry on your face when I came to after a shake-and-drop, passing out on the kitchen floor. Telling you not to call 911. The way we grabbed each other and nearly went white-haired when Sissy crawled into the dark living room, looking possessed. How adorable you looked when you were mulling over something you were confused about. The way your eyes clouded over and you looked mad when you were betraying me and didn't know what to say. That far off look in your eyes when you thought of her; that look that told me I would be losing you.

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Apr 25, 2012

RipplesThe river flows over empty promises / depositing sediment / in the form of confusion and stagnation

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Apr 25, 2012

The Murderous CrowsBirds on a wire, the murderous crows / commonly known as an omen of doom / silently staring and perching in rows

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Apr 25, 2012

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