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Dec 2018
I liked the way you said my name,
Like a man encountering a goddess.

In one breath,
you made my name
beautiful.
Made me beautiful.

I turned my back to you
Out of fear and loathing,
But I'll be listening for the next person
Who says my name
like something to be loved.
an oldie from when I was younger and more accident prone.
goodtea
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goodtea
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