Day 12

When your fingers run through her untangled hair, do you remember my tangled ones?
When you hear the sound of her laugh, do you remember my evil ones?
When you look her in the eyes, do you remember the sparkle in mine?
When you see her smile, do you remember my smirks?
When you touch her arms, do you remember my bony arms?
When you love her, do you remember your love for me?
I hope you do. I’d like you think of me, even sometimes.

 

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