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January 6, 2014
You tell me every day, how my ears are the most structured parts of my anatomy.

You say how they hide delicately behind my hair, leaving the ear rings for the day a mystery. How it's hard to decipher whether or not I'm wearing ear phones, blocking out all the noise, although I'm always listening to you; 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 they twitch when a sudden noise rattles through and shakes my whole body.

Oh, how you know me.