like the apple of my eye
like are you still my auntie nicky?
like a pain that wakes you up
like a notebook with a ring-a-roses bear
like pineapple juice on a mouse
like falling asleep on concrete
like a warning
like forgetting who you are and what i meant to you
like the ghost in the garden
like a lucky escape
Wednesday, February 18
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