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Jan 2013
Our vibrant relationship
Was quickly reduced
To over the table glances,
Under the table hand squeezes,
Around the shoulder embraces
Between phone calls with Her
Outside the bathroom at dinner parties.
Until we combusted.
Forced to be involved forever.
But is that not what we always wanted?
Amanda Bianchi
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Amanda Bianchi
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   --- and Elizabeth Paxton
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