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I can still feel you. I can still feel your touch, your arms around my waist, Your hands around my neck.
I am just a girl. Unaware and overdressed. Spent too long looking in the mirror You weren’t there I guess
Paper folds when you bend it a certain way. Its rips with a twitch and crinkles under pressure. Flung away by a gust of air, It f r a g m e n t s by droplets and singes by flames.
When I see