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Sep 2012
He loved her
In a silent, whisper filled
Sort of way
With cold cups of coffee
And early mornings
Or muted radio music
But
He loved her
In a bold, rash
Sort of way
With glasses of deep red wine
And late nights
Or passionate kisses
He loved her
Sporadically, excitedly, quietly
Written by
Rachel Beyer
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