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Jun 2010
well, you're crazy about her, he said.

but you're here instead.

our eyes met,

it was morning.

the sun hit his face in a

way that erased all of

his freckles.

he smiled.

i laughed.

we paused.

so, you love her, he said.

i said yes.

then he asked me to leave her.

i left.
Written by
T Kwinter
600
   Egeria Litha
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