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And exit left:

My fingertips are peeling

where they touched your skin.

Is it wrong to find comfort in the living?

To hide away in a moving pulse?

The only salt you've spilled

is for yourself.

And I'm in love with everyone else.

This is our dilemma.

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Published: Feb 24, 2012
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