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i positioned my hair so that it wouldn't part in the wind or when I kissed you. it made sense at the time to be enamored of something imaginary, i caught fish between my teeth and used toothpaste to get it out, used your fingernail to spread the minty flavor. I told you lies so that you wouldn't touch me, but it was sad and unnecessary in the end cold, without skin, i am only something you remember and I parted my hair so that you could touch it. the feeling of having you back in my arms, the feeling of having you back inside of me, I touched your scent with kisses until you fell numb, having a seizure of joy in your mind. i couldn't taste any remorse, but you were always good at hiding those sorts of things, and socks. you can't hide feelings between the sheets so we slept in separate beds and had separate dreams. I wasn't sure why you cried at night, and you weren't sure why I slept with earplugs touching, but never feeling used books on repair second-hand gifts back up plans love
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May 2, 2011
May 2, 2011 at 9:37 PM UTC
lets see if you can remember the things I said last october
i positioned my hair so that it wouldn't part in the wind or when I kissed you. it made sense at the time to be enamored of something imaginary, i caught fish between my teeth and used toothpaste to get it out, used your fingernail to spread the minty flavor. I told you lies so that you wouldn't touch me, but it was sad and unnecessary in the end cold, without skin, i am only something you remember and I parted my hair so that you could touch it. the feeling of having you back in my arms, the feeling of having you back inside of me, I touched your scent with kisses until you fell numb, having a seizure of joy in your mind. i couldn't taste any remorse, but you were always good at hiding those sorts of things, and socks. you can't hide feelings between the sheets so we slept in separate beds and had separate dreams. I wasn't sure why you cried at night, and you weren't sure why I slept with earplugs touching, but never feeling used books on repair second-hand gifts back up plans love
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May 2, 2011
May 2, 2011 at 9:37 PM UTC
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