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How could I not know his before?

She dyed her hair cause  she was afraid the fire would burn,

and she would be a match with a burning tip.

How could I not remember this before?

We left right after the party,

and we headed straight to the lake on the outskirt of town.

We swam under the moonlight.

Except I went up for air,

and she wanted to sit at the bottom of the lake.

When they dragged her body up,

I touched her hand.

And

it was

cold.

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