Scene
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Hey! I’ve realized that You are a Venn diagram, but You would never tell me that.
Hm.
Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh.
Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin.
Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
I can feel him staring
His eyes always on me
Covered my sunglasses
But I see his face move
Window, mirror, window, mirror
As I walk to school
One day there were no glasses
I saw his eyes
One night i had a dream.
I dreamed i was walking along a darkened road,
holding hands with a faceless man.
As we walked
scenes of my life flashed across the sky.
I noticed that in every scene
