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  • Half-empty small cinema jukebox romances excite me.
  • Her cadence disarms.
  • Stare myself down, the mirror asking, "How dark is dark?"
  • Small earthquake, your bottom lip.
  • Blue eyes scream of pixelation.
  • Blonde was the weapon. Emotions kept talking. And that smell...

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