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Jun 2014
blue
not
brown
are the colors of your eyes
and
smooth
not
rough
are the contours of your jaw
and
straight
not
crooked
is the bridge of your nose
and
warm
not
cold
are the palms of your hands
so why do I have to repeatedly tell myself
**YOU ARE NOT HIM
asg
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asg  24/F/chicago.
(24/F/chicago.)   
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