“I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all.”
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THE BURGUNDY ON MY TSHIRT WHEN YOU SPLASHED YOUR WINE INTO ME AND HOW THE BLOOD RUSHED INTO MY CHEEK, SO SCRALET, IT WAS MAROON. THE MARK THEY SAW ON MY COLLARBONE, THE RUST THAT GREW BETWEEN TELEPHONE, THE LIPS I USED TO CALL HOME, SO SCARLET, IT WAS MAROON