it hurts to stare straight into your eyes. i'm begging you.
look the other way.
back to the begining. thrust into motion.
caramel stuck to my jeans. lint gathered at the edges.
it was time for sleep.
say goodbye.
to the thule skirts.
these sheets, the mint ones, that smelt like tabacco.
for the moon an the stars.
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