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Jun 2019
someone asked me, what happened with you two? the other day
    
     my fingers resting in your palms
    running through your hair
     tracing over your scars
     touching your smile.
     your laugh
     your eyes looking down into your lap
     pointing at the red cars on the ceiling
     your smile

i don't know, i always reply
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