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Nov 2013
It was
For the record
My idea.

I told you
To write the names
Of people
Who love you
On your arms
Instead
Of
Cutting
Them.

And
Of course
It bit me.

It's never my name
And you
Send me
Pictures
To show
Me
You do it
That it works
But it's
Her
Every
Time.
Alice Julia Miller
Written by
Alice Julia Miller
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