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Attraction.I was a traveler. / She was a poet. / l visited almost half of the world.

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nervous(All I see is) white / while I write / (about everything that

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cook me dinner, cook me sinour toes were cold, my left hand warm. / It smelt like mushrooms and Alfredo. / He kissed me in paradise and in Paris, *though*

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reminisceI'm the type of person to scratch out something, / rather than erasing or whiting it out permanently. / I don't know, maybe because I like to look back

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somewhere, anywhere, but here.we sit on the windowsill, / your cold fingertips grasp my thigh. / drinking cranberry juice, pretending it's red wine and that we're somewhere else right now.

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old cafés, old memoriesyou stare out the window / in an old café thinking, / "why am I here, we always used to come here"

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WanderlustJust thinking / of nothing really. / Just of how fog

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but sonnets **** and love's a drag..**she** **looked** **at** **me** / and my heart / suddenly started to beat

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you think everyone's lovely in a coffee shopI first saw you in a coffee shop: / you were a few feet away from me. your feet tapped absentmindedly underneath your crooked chair while black and blue pen ink residue resided on your fingers. Your eyes were reading a newspaper yet your mind was paying no attention to the words. I was in such deep thought studying *you* that my heart skipped a beat when I saw your eyes glance up at mine. You started studying *me* instead of the crinkled worn out paper in your hands. A smiled played across your face as the radiant warmth of it touched my eyes—

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How the day dims your eyes**Morning** / your eyes become the sun / In which I pleasantly wake up to everyday

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