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Maijs 5., 2006
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it’s under shirtsleeves, bare shoulders, you know. tattoos of the things we love the most. and it’s retold with amazing success. and it seems so brave but it’s just a sucker punch. so i glower and plot. and i will wreck you. is what we loved in this family only in my head? it’s knees and elbows melted down instead. loops of things you tell yourself, “i’m solid it’s just that nobody knows.” it’s replayed with precision and care. and why are you even talking you weren’t even there? is what we loved in this family only in my head? it’s knees and elbows melted down instead. and we’re waiting, waiting, waiting, are you done? do you wonder what ever became of us? have you ever tried to call? i would. i’d try. i’d give it a shot. we’ve grown, graduated and married. i would want to know these things. i would. i’d try. i’d give it a shot. so we ache to be different even though we don’t really know how. i would. i’d try. i’d give it a shot.
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