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"How can you care about the world so much? After all of the things that happened to you? After all of the things you've been through?" he asked, letting his fingertips leave echoes on her skin.

"I'd want someone to love me the same way." Was all she said, as she looked up at the twinkling stars and thought about how vast the universe must be.
Not a poem but...
I'm stuck.
In the memories you left behind,
In the love I thought was mine.
Once upon a time
in a distant culture,
people's feet were bound.

Although society
has since accepted big feet,

now, it is our minds
that are bound instead.
10/24/17

— The End —