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When we were fools. We used to write.I love you on the insides of our eyelids.
We were fools then.
You would string me along, like a clothing line.
Pulled me in and wrung me out to dry.
Touching toes under diner tables.
Touching skin under picnic blankets.
Ants and Apples sucked away at our existence.
Sweet juice and bloody antennas watched us fall.
Just fools.
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