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I didn't like the smog so I curled up deeper into the corner of your pocket when you reach for chapstick to fight off the dry there might be lint there might be paper leftovers from the cut outs holding hands there is still some white under my nails I hope you didn't see I fell out of the hole along with the coins singed my sleeve with surprise I had to avert my eyes when the check came I hope you didn't see put your head higher toward the sun and you could be blind and deaf everything is pretty when you just don't realize what you're missing I'll reside beneath the ceder wise about what is beauty and what is molding wood don't call for me when all you see is a rotten bench I hope you see I'm missing
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Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
pocket change
I didn't like the smog so I curled up deeper into the corner of your pocket when you reach for chapstick to fight off the dry there might be lint there might be paper leftovers from the cut outs holding hands there is still some white under my nails I hope you didn't see I fell out of the hole along with the coins singed my sleeve with surprise I had to avert my eyes when the check came I hope you didn't see put your head higher toward the sun and you could be blind and deaf everything is pretty when you just don't realize what you're missing I'll reside beneath the ceder wise about what is beauty and what is molding wood don't call for me when all you see is a rotten bench I hope you see I'm missing
megan-hundley
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megan-hundley
25/F/American
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
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