wow, this is long. it could, i suppose, quite technically, be two,
i like tangents, though. and commas.
when she was seven
she'd pour nothing into empty teacups
sipping air like it was fresh out of the pot.
her lips touched the rim so gently you knew that she'd grow up kissing
with lipstick so boys would touch theirs with the tips
of their fingers
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