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Aug 2015
You put down your cigarette,
got up from your chair
and started walking towards mines.
You stood behind me,
and the tip of  your hand barely touched the surface of my back.
My body shuddered completely,
making me wonder
what we were still doing as guests
at somebody else's wedding.
Rachel Saliba
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Rachel Saliba
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   ryn and Kelley A Vinal
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