There is sunshine hiding in my skin; there are secrets buried beneath my fingernails. I've let them grow too long, maybe because I'm trying to hold onto things, yet I've let lots of things go. There are stripes left by the water, one for deception, one for fun, but none for the future, because I want nothing but immediacy (which may or may not be
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