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  • you see, i find things around the house that remind me a bit of you.

    you gave me that rock, shaped like a heart and striped like the blue in your eyes, after we had been in tumult (fighting is not the word, more a passive aggressive feud, like staring at that person you detest most until they stare back. then, of course, you look away). that was back when i thought that making an effort was riding your bike to my house early in the morning. you had found it somewhere between your bed and my own.

    a note that you left after i gave up. you colored the edges blue.

    a hairpiece i wore to go dancing with another boy.

    it's funny because the finding began when i went looking for a necklace to wear because that hollow just below the throat, just between the bones, that you loved to touch because it frightened you, touching there, but it hardly phased me; that hollow felt so bare.
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