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You are the cracking bones beneath my stretching ankles reflected in the mirror. You are the dry eyes at 1:08 AM blurring old contacts, unfocused on laptop glare. You are the approach of a passing car outside the window, and the fading headlights bright. You are the static in my pillow ear as I contemplate why you are in my head and on my skin, and yet, you are not. V. K.
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
you have never set foot in this bedroom and still you haunt me here
You are the cracking bones beneath my stretching ankles reflected in the mirror. You are the dry eyes at 1:08 AM blurring old contacts, unfocused on laptop glare. You are the approach of a passing car outside the window, and the fading headlights bright. You are the static in my pillow ear as I contemplate why you are in my head and on my skin, and yet, you are not. V. K.
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