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Where light touches you 

I see every little crack in your lips, 

and every tiny hair on the side of your face 

I see every single cell of skin, 

There’s a Snapple on the general store roof.

There’s been one there for quite a while. About three years.

Must be nasty by now.

I got a very old text message today. 

I remember when it was sent many yesterdays past. 

It dropped down from the top of my screen in a little box, 

There's a little boy in the corner of my brain with his nose against the wall.

Four big letters spell out down the front of his cone-shaped hat.

You are lying on wet sand. You look down. 

The coarse, damp grains cling to your fingers. 

They look ghostly white in the black sunlight. 

The sky is completely devoid of light, 

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