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The texture rubbed coarsely against my hands, as I ran my hands over her dress, the woven material catching on my nails. Her skin was as old and weathered as the trees that surrounded her ranch.
however things may appear I am not who I seem to be. I wear my shoes with no laces and cough up alien babies when I think people will least suspect it. this may seem odd to you however I assure you it is perfectly normal where I come from in Kansas...
it is my policy never to accept love from no one. days pass like fallen leaves with no love to give and no love to receive. it is my policy to live here on this earth with no love to bear on my shoulders and in my heart.
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