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03.13.10 / 5:35 pm
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it was only recently, my dear,
that i realized you were only a cleverly designed pastiche:
jane eyre's eyebrows and lolita's smile,
blurred and limited traits
that sharpen only in the brightness of the summer,
the only time that i've managed
even an approximation of love
because i am old enough to know better.
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