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Nov 2011
You look at me,
Eyes teary
Hands clenched
And you say the three
Words that I hate hearing
Your voice, that I crave,
Utters these cursed syllables
A snake
My name falls like a hiss.
Sarah, you say
Pause
Time
Space
Fill the void
That is the six inches
Apart we lay
Air rushes
Hands find my skin
Cool
Clammy
A smile slides across your face
The gust of breath forms the words

I love you

With that I disengage
Sarah Sawyer
Written by
Sarah Sawyer
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