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Jun 2016
I remember sitting on the school bus
attempting to untangle my new cats cradle

I feel like I'm always making knots,
even when it comes to you.

It's like I want to tangle the memories,
so I have a physical reason not to sort through them.

I never really got the point of that game anyways.
Melanie Melon
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