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January 13, 2014
You tell me every day, how my shoulders are the perfect curve, aligning up my neck to my arms in a smooth posture.

You say how I roll them back in the morning as I yawn and stretch, how I use them to push up my scarf during the winter to keep my neck warm. How I hunch into myself when I hide in them; 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 shake when I laugh.

Oh, how you know me.