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Dec 2012
because we never argued.

Oh how badly I wanted to argue.

We resembled a boat on steady waters.

I wanted the occasional storm.

Her socks always matched

and her hair was always did.

I was miserable.

She was happy.
Written by
Andy Estevez  Brooklyn, NY
(Brooklyn, NY)   
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