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January 5, 2014
You tell me every day, how my nose has each curve and turn that forms shapes along my face.

You say how it turns as bright as a cherry when I'm out in the cold, how it twinkles when you tickle me. How it scrunches up in disgust or distaste; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.

You tell me everyday how you could stare at the way I sniff, exaggerating how the slight turn makes you whimper with a bright smile, telling me it's the most cutest expression.

Oh, how you know me.