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Mar 2015
i'm pushing all these
decisions with precision
but there is no sneaking
with a god who knows
your heart and my
perfection is pure
fiction, a boy built
in a hundred teenage
romance novels imposed
on every man I meet, each
interaction a fitting but men
aren't shoes and I am not
cinderella.
(c)Brooke Otto 2015

on patience.
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