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bright colors
plastic covered plastic
and thoughts simple and tangled
in Spanish
you were it then
my bargain of fluorescent lights
tiny tan fingers
and daddy's girl dreams
but daddy's aren't for speaking to with weight
because they talk into small inconveniences
It's all just air now
but this head is too full
with everything but words from you
you're just places and things I feel
sometimes a lot and then
not at all
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