And now you come to me and say its just a wound

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I used to wonder if she thought of my words and the way my hair looks all strewn across milk white sands, and the way I breathe when I am lost in the soft music of pianos and a voice lost to a muddy river bottom, or in her arms, whenever her lips were as mine and her skin lay porcelain against the porcelain of me.

She never did, she thought only of the night that lay ahead.

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Hm. Got new earrings. Pierced my ear three more times.

I love my David man. He is wonderful. I love him.

Hm.

Four and a half more days of school left.

Jeeze. Ous. Cry. Sssht.

I love you.

I love you, my Tyger.