A pony-tail at the nape of your neck and white clean trackies.
That's my first ever thought and then it's bone.
And then It's that laugh when you duck your head away to the side.
It kills me.
I hate how far away you are all the time.
And sometimes it feels that it might just all break away from me.
Like drift away.
Snap and fold under.
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