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Half a dozen pink hearts 

Strewn across glowing white screen 

Girls guessing at identities 

Of secret beaus 

A link to Spotify 

    The last time I saw Her.  It feels so much more final to say it that way, but I guess it’s the same outcome either way.  When I think about it logically, I can understand that She’s never coming

I was born in a city.  Not a real city, just one of those urban approximations which flicker across the map for a minute, briefly important, and then fade.  My city was ‘briefly important’ for its steel.  We were one of th