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Jul 2015
Love came.
Love left.
It was romantic.
It was ugly.
He gave her a rose.
That was half dead and bought for $2.99.
She took it and smiled.
She allowed herself.
He kissed her.*
She kissed him, knowing it would be the last time he saw her.
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Bridget Allyson
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Bridget Allyson  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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