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Apr 2013
When I forget my jacket,
in the cool November weather.
When I watch a scary movie,
and I forget what’s real.
When I hear that perfect word,
and my heart feels on fire.
When she touches me right there,
in that desperate, broken way.
When I whisper “I Love you,”
after hanging up the phone.
But it’s always the worst,
When I swear she whispers back.
Patrick Fisher
Written by
Patrick Fisher  Nebraska
(Nebraska)   
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   authentic and sassybutsweet
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