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Mugging
My bones float over her, I'm glass
Now on memories drunk I sip —
Another sun that must be asked.
My bones float over her, I'm glass.
I gave myself, my skies; cup's pass
A blue bookmark upon your lips.
My bones float ~over her~ I'm glass
Now on memories drunk I sip.
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Paige Hind
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