The girl I am crushing on walks around town with suspicion clouding her eyes, all day, all night. Even when asleep, you can see the frown lines, feel the contempt oozing from her dreams. She hates what she cares not to love but still dances around the fire like a dragonfly twirling around pedestrians. The reason why, she says, my forehead gives her nightmares.
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