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  • it’s a good day to watch a movie
    the sky outside is gray
    and it's chilly enough
    to make my bones freeze in my bed
    so, I’ll pull on a blanket
    and wrap myself up
    in the warmth
    that goes missing during the week
    and I wont think about
    how lonely I am at night
    knowing that the stars
    are millions of years away from me
    or how happy I am
    when the sun comes out
    and my black hair
    starts growing gold strands
    but instead
    I’ll watch
    Winona fall in love with Johnny
    and Amélie cry at her TV
    as I do the same.
    Richie and Margot
    will hide their love in a tent
    because they can’t be seen
    and ill look down
    at my own hands.
    they’re not scissors,
    but they’re still special
    in the way
    that each knuckle connects differently to one another,
    and my left ring finger’s cuticle
    has a cut on it
    from when I bit my nails
    that time I thought you
    were gonna be at that party,
    the one with all the smoke,
    and I’ll think
    “that’s good enough”
    and fall asleep
    while the snow falls onto the sculpture garden
    and the vespa roars in the middle of Paris
    and people fall in love
    on the screen.
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