you may be reading this as i type it.
maybe i'm wrong. maybe i'm always wrong.
i wonder if you're thinking, how could i know with you? how could i know, with all the boys and their nicknames detailed in the pages of this dandy little account?
with you, i always knew.
i think it was "shiny." i think it was that song that did it to me, the line about tawny gypsy girls, sleeping blanketed by stars.
it was you.
it was always you.
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