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Your Seat's Been Taken by Some Sunglasses Asking Bout a Scar
spaye08

River rush. River spin.
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Fall back and let cool currents boil over your face.
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Invite me in.
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We sat on the red rocks, midwater, and ate purple grapes. Everything wet. I found the triangular scar on your right shoulder.
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I still don’t know where it came from.
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But I do know you found a bird and tortured it once when you were eight. And now, for the same amount of years, you’ve done the same to me. Set me free from this river.
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Surely, it’s not water under any bridge.
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2 Feb 18


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