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Mar 2015
the snow fell all before
i cut my hair, melted when
i woke up this morning
the heat of discovery
radiated against the
walls, and between
locks and licks of
curls that dried up
on the floor, I thought
maybe you've been
dreaming of a girl
who wasn't me but
is me now.


who wasn't
me but is
me now.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
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