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Nov 2013
I like the way you twist your hair around your finger.
I don't think you realize you're doing it until someone points it out.
Like the way I bite my lips.

I never break a bad habit.
It just morphs into something else.
I started biting my lips
after I stopped biting my nails.

Your habit is a lot more charming than mine.
People often think I'm chewing on something.
Maybe I ought to go along with it.

Sometimes you twist me around your finger.
And I have to wonder if you realize you're doing it.

*I wonder what my next bad habit will be.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
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