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the moon competes with the sun just like I competed with her long black hair her piercing eyes that looked like the ocean and the sky when I would wake up early I watched the way you looked at her when you thought no one was watching but I kept an eye out every time I felt the hairs on my neck stand up I questioned you about her you said it was nothing you told me she was your best and you’ve known her forever that nothing would happen because you knew better you said you liked her as much as I liked peppers I used to hate peppers but I guess things change I now eat peppers I’m still getting used to them and you’re still calling me at 4 AM asking if I like the taste and I’m wondering if you really learned to love her
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
bleeding red bell peppers
the moon competes with the sun just like I competed with her long black hair her piercing eyes that looked like the ocean and the sky when I would wake up early I watched the way you looked at her when you thought no one was watching but I kept an eye out every time I felt the hairs on my neck stand up I questioned you about her you said it was nothing you told me she was your best and you’ve known her forever that nothing would happen because you knew better you said you liked her as much as I liked peppers I used to hate peppers but I guess things change I now eat peppers I’m still getting used to them and you’re still calling me at 4 AM asking if I like the taste and I’m wondering if you really learned to love her
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
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