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you told me you loved it when the trees changed their minds and covered the ground with a million veined post-it notes ...
The lights in the street are gold or white or blue.
The primitive grass says nothing of what’s to come. ...
Do my ears look big in this? You’d tell me if they did, Right? Cause my forearm clashes with my pants. ...
She bought a new car, a 4WD, and for the first time in her life, she was still unhappy.