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cherry eyelids dart into frail english quick wrists walking a few inches below I go to grab ice and see you washing pots steam rising to your masked face making conversation over the noise don't hear a thing but nod in your smile taking orders with missing holes in my shirt rows of sandpaper graze my fingers as I wait for a red badge shoes strapped and ***** warm air hits sitting and reading in the dingy light
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Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 12:24 AM UTC
evening shift
cherry eyelids dart into frail english quick wrists walking a few inches below I go to grab ice and see you washing pots steam rising to your masked face making conversation over the noise don't hear a thing but nod in your smile taking orders with missing holes in my shirt rows of sandpaper graze my fingers as I wait for a red badge shoes strapped and ***** warm air hits sitting and reading in the dingy light
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Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 12:24 AM UTC
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