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coffee, on Tuesday.

i know. i know. it's not a big deal. nothing MONUMENTAL. it's easy as kindergarten. two friends meeting. but we two, we too are different. and honestly, i'm not sure which we it will be. the we from before fear, the we from my memory. Or. the present we, estranged and fretful, seeing deeply without acknowledging. how does that ring in your tuned ears, dear? do your eyes see? and your mind know? frightened as a beggar in a king's court, that's i. mere children, we are playing, pretending all's well. And you may be well enough for you. but i, i have almost come to let go of you. for always. because i do not think i can cope if... if this my fear be true and this you IS you. let's get this over with. shall we say coffee, on tuesday? fine. see you then. (i pray.)
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Sep 18, 2011
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