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Dec 2012
I handed you a black piece of fabric,
And you joked about it being an old-fashioned proposal.
This would be Medieval times:
I would hand you a piece of my sleeve
As a declaration of my love.
I would be a maiden,
And you would be a knight.
(You would have brought my fabric into battle for good luck.)
You accepted my accidental proposal
And we had a good laugh about it.

You lost the fabric.

*You kept me.
Written by
Danielle Vanness
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