I am not surprised. I'm the kind of girl who gets rabies. And who breaks
her foot before the race. I'm magnetic in all the wrong ways. I feel
things too much in my bones. I fall in love with all vibrations. I feel
that blue collar catastrophe, personally. I want a sharp hair line and
the kind of collar bone that perfectly spills into shoulders. Maybe beer
on the couch is best. Or red wine in the morning, in a coffee mug. And
stars beaming through electronics. I'm that kind. The ruiner kind.
Things end.
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