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May 2013
I didn't want to tell you it was "fine."
I wanted to love you
and to brush my fingertips through your hair,
and dive into those deep blue eyes
which any diver would love to explore,
yet none would dare.
But I couldn't think.
Just smiling and smothering my tears,
I told you it was "fine."
Esmé van Aerden
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Esmé van Aerden  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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