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I have never held your hand but rather only experienced it when it danced tight ellipses on my scalp. I have witnessed its mistreatment and the sudden removal of layers; the acidic outbursts of peroxide pink sundaes of pain. the constant pick of ***** fingernails they will never be clean. I could recognize your hands from a distance but would easily mistake their brush
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 11:06 AM UTC
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I have never held your hand but rather only experienced it when it danced tight ellipses on my scalp. I have witnessed its mistreatment and the sudden removal of layers; the acidic outbursts of peroxide pink sundaes of pain. the constant pick of ***** fingernails they will never be clean. I could recognize your hands from a distance but would easily mistake their brush
liz-paola
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 11:06 AM UTC
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