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Oct 2012
Are you okay? He says to me
His eyes as green as emeralds
I am okay, I say to him
His words would slowly echo
You're sure you're fine?
He asks again
I wish he'd smile
He doesn't
Yes, I'm sure
I say again
But now I wish I wasn't
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
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