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May 2013
i tried calling the number you left;
it rang two and a half times.
the line must've known what i wanted,
or you must've spoke too soon.
either way, i did not get through to you.

do you still wear those fabrics?
more specifically,
the one that made my fingertips smile,
or the one that held onto smells?
either way, i still think of them.

i still cannot take a shower
without wishing you were there too.
i'm not even sure if i mean this. my heart is eating trix without me.
casper elliott owens
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   madeline may
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