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I wonder about you. How your hair still knots, or the small shape of your eyes in the sun. Maybe if your hands are still soft. I'm sure. You used to mumble so I wouldn't taste your breath.
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
The art of sleeping.
I wonder about you. How your hair still knots, or the small shape of your eyes in the sun. Maybe if your hands are still soft. I'm sure. You used to mumble so I wouldn't taste your breath.
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
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