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Symmetry

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When I lie at night in bed, I always think of you, and the taste of your skin on my tongue.

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His kisses always tasted like cigarettes.

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He told me, “This is what falling in love feels like.”

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“I saw an angel today. He’s sleeping in my bed.”

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“And sometimes, they are fragments of every boy I have ever loved. Sure they’re as precious as glass, but they remain shattered, they are broken. They exist in multiplicity and in numbers; scattered pieces, countless nuances of thought, repetitions, semblances.”
— Boys, pt. 3

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We witness the plague of death in these instances of leaves falling off from their twigs, seeped out of their lives.

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Imagine if you saw the world for a day through the eyes of a camera.

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Sometimes, she imagined herself as a flower growing directly out from the earth, in a sea of weeds and she thinks how sad it is, yet also beautiful.

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She picked every blade of grass and asked her love-me’s and love-me-not’s. She was the flower of the vast garden, after all.

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