i can still smell him on my hands. the smell of old shirts and sunflowers in summertime.

i never even touched his hair before he left - but the scent lingers heavily on the very ends of my fingertips. maybe its underneath my nails. stuck. like flakes of flesh from scratching my legs to hard.

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[code? no. sometimes things never need to be said...just hinted at...]

[music: nick drake 'know']